(Gene Dobbins - Jean Whitehead)

I can hear him at my door but my mind's made up
To say the things I tried to say before
When he walks in I'll tell him and I've had it yeah we're through
And then as he starts to stay I'll kindly show him to the door
Then he'll know it's over for sure.

Now the door is open wide and there he stands
Reachin' out and messin' up my mind
I feel his arms around me he's got lovin' in his eyes
I'm tryin' but I can't speak then I feel his warm lips on mine
Oh Lord, he makes it hard to say goodbye.

I've just got to find the better time than now
If I tell to this lovin' man goodbye
'Cause I know there's no one any sweeter when he smiles
I'll give him what he wants it happens this way every time
Oh Lord, he makes it hard to say goodbye...