Every time we have a quarrel, you tell me that we're through
And that I should pack my bags and hit the road
But when I'm all through packing, you beg me please don't go
And I'm wearing out my fingers, packing clothes
Tell me, do you want me? If you don't, then let me go
This in-between thing's about to get me down
And every time I'm all through packing, you beg me please don't go
And I'm wearing out my fingers, packing clothes
And I'm wearing out my fingers, packing clothes
Tell me, do you want me? If you don't, please let me go
This in-between thing's about to get me down
And every time I'm all through packing, you beg me please don't go
And I'm wearing out my fingers, packing clothes
Baby, I'm wearing out my fingers, packing my clothes