if you don't want me in your house ask me to leave you don't have to put me out I'll leave quietly I won't make a scene you won't hear a peep or sound out of me I will go to which I came from there will be no need to show me to the door I been there before like I been here before couch or floor neither ones conducive to my need for comfort I'll gladly leave your shabby drafty not so cozy shanty for something more suitable for one of my stature I'll bow out gracefully no hard feelings no blood loss no ill will though I will remember and never forget life's a b**** and it's easier to go than it is to stay away from those I love most of time