One Foot Out The Door

I grabbed that telephone

I thought we were alone

Telling me theres company

Your husbands comin home

Ive been thinking about this saturday night with you

Ive been thinking about it all week long

And now Im gonna lose it cause that

Son-of-a-bitch got me singin that same old song

Got one foot out the door

Tryin to hit the road

Aint no match for your mean old man

I think its time to roll

Got one foot out the door

Got one foot out the door

Think Im gonna fight him? 

Dont you let him put down

Put that to the floor

Put the pedal to the metal

And you beat it out of town

No comin back, back for more