It's Not Right but It's Okay (Johnny Vicious radio mix) - Whitney Houston

Friday night you and your boys went out to eat, uh

Then they hung out

But you came home around three, yes you did

If six of y'all went out, uh

Then four of you were really cheap, yeah

'Cause only two of you had dinner

I found your credit card receipt

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Pack your bags up and leave

And don't you dare come running back to me

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Close the door behind you, leave your key

I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah, uh

I'll pack your bags so you can leave town for a week, yes I am

The phone rings and then you look at me

Why'd you 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 I.D., oh

I've been through all this before

Don't think about it, don't think about it

Get gone, get gone

Things have got to change baby

You don't stand a chance boy

Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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, oh

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, oh

Show'd up okay

Make it anyway

Pack your bags, get up and leave

Don't you dare, back to me boy

It's not right, it's okay

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, uh

Close your door and leave your key

Rather be alone an' happy, oh

It's not right, It's okay baby

I can pay my own rent

Pave my life now

Take care of my business, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh Lord, oh Lord, ooo

Give it up and leave

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Rather be alone, be alone happy

I'm gonna be okay, I'm gonna be alright

I'm gonna be okay, I'm gonna be alright

I'm gonna be okay, I'm gonna be alright

Doo, doo, doo, doo

I'm gonna be okay, I'm gonna be alright

I'm gonna be okay, I'm gonna be alright

I'm gonna be okay, I'm gonna be alright

Doo, doo, doo

It's not right, but it's okay

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 okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Close the door behind you, leave your key

I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah

It's not right, but it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway