Lyrics:

1997


Smell that coffee brewin' in the kitchen
You just said I'll bring it to your bed
Now I'm gettin' every single thing I've been missin'
Lord, I hope that she ain't messin' with my head
I just can't believe the way my baby's paperin' me
I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave

Well, I can't believe the dinners shes been cookin'
House shoes and papers by my easy chair
And I sure do like the way shes been dressin'
And the new way shes been fixin' up her hair
Its so plain to see how she's been impressin' me
I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave

I'm puttin' my ol' travelin' bags back up on the shelf
Tuck away my walkin' shoes that I don't need no more
I'm gonna put her first and stop thinkin' bout myself
Forget about the plans I had for walkin' out the door
Its hard to believe the way my baby's treatin' me
I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave

I'm puttin' my ol' travelin' bags back up on the shelf
Tuck away my walkin' shoes that I don't need no more
I'm gonna put her first and stop thinkin' bout myself
Forget about the plans I had for walkin' out the door
Its hard to believe the way my baby's treatin' me
I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave

The way she's paperin' me,
You'd have to be blind not to see
That I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave

Aw, you know, I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave
Yeah, I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave
I'm runnin' out of reasons to leave