Here's a song about a good 'ole girl with a big 'ole heart that got
Broke 'cause she was in love with
Some son of a b**h who didn't love her back enough ...
Slowly she sank to her knees on the floor
Cursin' the freedom she'd won
From the torture she vowed not to take anymore
And the victim she'd almost become
For a lady who'd learned all there is about leaving
She sure took a long time to go
But he loved her right down to her socks and no further
And her feet were the last ones to know.
You see, the problem is,
Sometimes when you take a good stiff shot to the heart, it kinda stuns you.
It takes a while for the message to get down to your feet to get you out of trouble.
So you stand there like some old fighter taking punishment you don't even know you're takin'.
But one day, you wake up and look down at your feet and find they're just walking you away from me.
For a lady who'd learned all there is about leaving
She sure picked a hard way to go
But he loved her right down to her socks, and no further
And her feet were the last ones to know.