Text: Fleetwood Mac. At the BBC. A Fool No More.

Yes, I've packed up my clothes

Yes, I've packed up my clothes

Yes, I've packed up my clothes
I'm moving away from your door
Yes, I've packed up my clothes
I'm moving away from your door
Oh yeah, I've been your fool for so long

Yes, I've packed up my clothes

Yes, I've packed up my clothes

Yes, I've packed up my clothes

Yes, I've packed up my clothes

Yes, I've packed up my clothes
I'm moving away from your door
I've packed up my clothes
I'm moving away from your door
I've been your fool for so long
Babe, I won't play that fool no more

You make me spend all my money
I work as hard as I can
I came home early one morning
I found you with another man
I've packed up my clothes
Yes, I'm moving away from your door
Oh yeah, I've been your fool for so long
I won't play that fool no more

So goodbye babe
You don't even care
Yes, I had a love so strong for you
But you treat me so unfair
Yes, I've packed up my clothes
I'm moving away from your door
Oh yeah, I've been your fool for so long
Yeah babe, I won't play that fool no more