(L. Raspberry)  She left the credit cards under her goodbye note  "All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wrote  Keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the den  Left in the '70 Dodge that he drove her in  She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad  She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had  Tired of being blonde  Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals  Tired of being blonde  Tired of living up to all he expected  Tired of being blonde  Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one  Tired of being blonde  Tired of letting her dreams go neglected  She used to love to know she rounded out his world  She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl  He liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute  Guess she decided she'd been too long away from her roots  She wasn't crazy, she wasn't mad  She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had  Tired of being blonde  Tired of all the platinum frustration  Tired of being blonde  Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine  Tired of being blonde  Tired of chasing all the latest sensations  She wasn't angry, no, no, she wasn't sad  She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had  She was tired of being blonde  Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one  Tired of being blonde  Tired of coping with the desperation  Tired of being blonde  Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run  Tired of being blonde  Tired of hiding her own inclinations