I was into you boy like I thought nothing else
You see, I keep falling too fast
See, I met no other man who had the same hands
Who worked them from day till night
Who worked them from holding me to picking fights
Fits of rage coming to my face like nothing I have ever known
But fits of rage was something I could deal without so I had to let him go
You got to move on, yeah
You got to let him go
It's never just the one thing and that's how you know
That you got to let him go
And my baby with the long hair, one of those artist types
Probably the finest man I'll have ever in my lifetime
See, I'd met no other man who had the same style
But now I know it's impossible to look that good and still have a life
Up in the mirror checking out himself
When he should have been up in the mirror
Checking out this woman waiting for him right in front of him
You got to move on, yeah
You got to let him go
It's never just the one thing and that's how you know
That you got to let him go