She said, I'm sick of your transgenderism, your tomfoolery.
Sick of you wearing my underwear and my jewelry.
She said, I'm sick of what you're doing to your kids and to me.
The man I married was not the man you turned out to be.

The door stands ,wide open, there's something you should know.
I'm not going with you when you go.
I hear a big wind coming, it's time for you to blow.
And I'm not going with you when you go.

You've disrespected me, you've broken all your vows.
You're wearing all my makeup, my eyeliner on your brows.
I hate finding your purple lipstick on my favorite towels.
I hate your dancing on the bar, getting catcalls and howls.

It's time for you to go, time for you to be kicking rocks.
And I'm not going with you, when you go.
It's time for me to say, good riddance to Goldielocks.
And the kids ain't going with you when you go.

I'm sick of your drag queen buddies drinking all my beers.
Messing up the bathroom like a bunch of misbegotten queers.
I've come to the conclusion, Goldielocks is who you are.
I've finally reached my limit, you've gone one step too far.

The relationship we had is completely out of gas.
I'm not going with you when you go.
It's time to let that door kick you in the ass.
And I'm not going with you when you go.

I'm staying right here, when you hit the road.
I'm not going with you when you go.
Yeah.
I'm not going with you when you go.
That's all you need to know.
See'ya
D.L. Crockett -- 10/15/22