Lyrics:

No shopping, no choice
I can't stay here and listen to your voice
I'll be gone before you're home

But if you want to know where I went to
Baby, you can read it in my note
It says, 'I went to be alone'

Yeah, babe, I know I make about twice the money you make
And, of course, I'm never called a stupid whore or a fake
And I don't structure my life around the fear of murder dismemberment or rape
But I hardly see how that has to do with our relationship

But if you want to know where I went to
Baby, you can read it in my note
It says, 'I went to be alone'