It ain't no secret now, my sweet one
I know you're thinking 'bout the day
When youwillbe long gonegone

I know you got a ticketin your pocket
A bag on the back step
Waiting for the cab to come
And take you downtown

Like a shot from a gun
Like a bat out of hell
You're making for the door
As if I had you under lock and key
Baby what's wrong with your head?

This ain't no jailbreak this ain't no jail
I'm not here to shake you down, baby
Maybe you should just bail
'Cause I'm not trying to hold you down
I'm not your ball and chain
I gave you a piece of my heart
And all I got was pain

A little secret for you, my sweet thing
While you were messing around
I was getting my thing

Like a shot from a gun
Like a bat out of hell
You're making for the door
While I, I had you under lock and key
Baby what's wrong with your head?

Later in the morning, gettin' you out of bed
Later in the evening
Do you remember what I said
Hey, hey i'm talking to you
Are you listening?
And it's time for you to go get your things

Like a shot from a gun
Like a bat out of hell
Kicking you out the door
And I'm changing the lock and key
Baby it's time for you to get your head

This ain't no jailbreak this ain't no jail
Hey, this ain't no jailbreak cause I
(maybe you should just bail)
I'm not here to shake you down
It's time for you to just bail (just bail)
Baby you are my ball and chain
I'm getting out of your jail

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Writer(s): Christopher Seefried, Megan Lovell, Rebecca Lovell