WHITNEY HOUSTON
It's Not Right, But It's Okay

Friday night you and your boys went out to eat 
Then they hung out 
But you came home around three 
Yes you did 
If six of y’all went out 
Then four of you are really cheap, yeah 
Cuz only two of you had dinner 
I found your credit card receipt 

(Chorus): 
It’s not right, but it’s ok 
I’m gonna make it anyway 
Pack your bags, up and leave 
Don’t you dare come running back to me 

It’s not right, but it’s ok 
I’m gonna make it anyway 
Close the door behind you, leave your key 
I’d rather be alone than unhappy 

I pack a bag so you can leave town for a week, yes I am 
The phone rings and then you look at me 
(Why turn and look at me) 
You said it was one of your friends 
Down on 54th street, boy 
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID 

(I’ve been through all of this before) 
I’ve been through all of this before 
(So go out an dget your things) 
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it 
(And all the sleeping around, it takes some, boy ) 
They gon’ get yours 
(Things are gonna change) 
Things are gonna change, baby 
( Cuz I won’t be your fool anymore) 
You don’t stand a chance, boy 
(That’s why you’ll have to leave) 
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
(So don’t turn around to see my face) 
Don’t you turn around 
There’s no more tears left here for you to see 

Was it really worth you going out like that 
Tell me boy 
See I’m moving on 
And I refuse to turn back, yeah 
See all of this time 
I thought I had somebody down for Whitney 
It turns out you were making a fool of me, yeah 

(Repeat chorus until fade)