Souvenirs Meat Loaf

Baby, I think it’s over
The end is finally near
Don’t wanna talk about it anymore
I see it all so clear

So pack your bags and move on out
There ain’t nothing for you here
I think you know it’s over, too
So why not disappear?

Wait a minute, baby
What’s that you say?
You really don’t think it’s fair
To send you outside into the cold, cold night
Oh, you poor, poor girl
Well, I don’t really care

‘Cause you’ve been cold to me so long
I’m cryin’ icicles instead of tears
So pack your bags and move on out
There ain’t nothin’ for you here

Baby, I know it’s over
I got a last idea
Don’t want to leave you empty-handed
Well, I agree that wouldn’t be fair
Take along a little something to remember me by
A little something to show that I cared