They couldn't even did it
But I was so committed
My life was so restricted for you
I just sat at night
Couldn't sleep and feel inside
Thought I'd be plenty for you

Exchanged my vows and said it all
All my life prepared to fall
Even screamed at dinner for you
My friends said you would play me
But I just said they re crazy
While I was crying frantic, was it true

Why should I be sad
Heaven knows
From the stupid freakin' things that you do
I should get mad, or sad
Who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we're through
Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
its time for me to get it on
ok
I'm tired of singing sad songs
Alright
its time for me
(Britney let's go)

I sent you to Vegas
With a pocket full of paper
And with no ultimatums on you
I thought what could separate us
But it just seemed that Vegas
Only brought the pimp out of you (what the f***?)
(hey baby what's your name)
Lavish homes and fancy cars
Even got the truck Ferrari
Filled up our garage for you
Made your choice with all the teams
People, Limos, Magazines
Tell us who'd I do that for? Who?

Why should I be sad
Heaven knows
From the stupid freakin' things that you do
I should get mad, or sad
Who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we're through
Goodbye
Its time for me to move along
Goodbye
its time for me to get it on
ok
I'm tired of singing sad songs
Alright
its time for me
(Britney let's go)

Don't you worry about a thing just
Some magazines trying to put some things in the gossip section
I know I sound betrayed but
Don't worry I'll keep a little secret
Just let me ask this question

Why should I be sad
Heaven knows
From the stupid freakin' things that you do
I should get mad
Or sad, who knows
Just take it all as a sign that we're through