Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah-ah-whoa I was into you, boy, like I thought nothing else You see, I keep falling (falling, falling) falling too fast See, I met no other man who had the same hands He worked them from day until night He worked them from holding me to picking fights Fits of rage a-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 Oh-oh-oh-oh Hey, you, I got to move on (move on) Ay-yay-ay-ay, you got to let him go, oh It's never just the one thing (never the one) And that's how you know that you got to let him go Oh-ooh Ah-ah, oh-oh-whoa And my baby with the long hair, one of those artist types He's probably the funniest man that I have had ever in my lifetime See, I 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 a-checking out himself When he shook the bell Up in the mirror a-checking out this only way of fun right in front of him Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Hey, you, I got to move on (move on) Yay-ay, you got to let him go, oh (let him go) 'Cause ladies, it's never just the one thing (never the one) And that's how you know-oh-oh, you got to let him go Ooh Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Oh-oh-whoa