bippity boppity boo

If you wrote me a letter asking how I am
I think it would be better if we didn't open that can of worms
For better or for worse
I'd write a lot of shit that you don't want to hear
I'm trying my best to make it clear
I really don't want you to know my new address

But I think it's best
I put you to rest

If you come knocking on my door
I won't be home anymore
And if that telephone rings
I won't hear a thing
A land far, far away from you
Bippity boppity boo
There's something so magical about it all
So I can't return your call

If you sent me a gift
I don't care what it is
I'll take it to the op shop
No, I'm not taking the piss
It's true
I have no space for you

No, I won't sell it
I don't want your money
You really want to stick
But you're not my honey
I really don't know how you found my new address

But I think it's best
You put it to rest

If you come knocking on my door
I won't be home anymore
And if that telephone rings
I won't hear a thing
A land far, far away from you
Bippity boppity boo
There's something so magical about it all
So I can't return your call

Broken the spell
Leaving your hell
Potion worked well
Castle of my own, sitting on the throne
I have grown my new home

Can't you see this false economy
You can't steal me back
I'm not your property
But I'll trade you in for my sanity

Home is wherever you're not
I found the perfect spot
My house would not fit on your street
I'm not the person I used to be

If you come knocking on my door
I won't be home anymore
And if that telephone rings
I won't hear a thing
A land far, far away from you
Bippity boppity boo
There's something so magical about it all
So I can't return your call



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Writer(s): Chelsea Elder
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