Out, Out!

Said to you in an angry huff
"Pretty sure that I've had enough
Coz I feel
Like I am dying
And I swear
It's not for lack of trying"

Shakespeare in the park wasn't fun
To be or not to be undone
I never know
What I should do
And to thine own
Self I'm never true

You've got eyes on me like a nanny cam
Creepy and secret with an evil plan
Out, out damn spot and a severed hand
Robert Frost and Bill
Are my type of man

Gold chains and your muscles are fine
But get me weak writing one good line
All that glitters is fools gold
Pretty face won't shimmer when we're old

Don't tell me to sit back down!
Running soon as I hit the ground!
I've got miles to go before I sleep!
And you, my love, have promises to keep!

You've got eyes on me like a nanny cam
Creepy and secret with an evil plan
Out, out damn spot and a severed hand
Robert Frost and Bill
Are my type of man

Are my type of man!
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Oh
Are my type of man!

You've got eyes on me like a nanny cam
Creepy and secret with an evil plan
Out, out damn spot and a severed hand
Robert Frost and Bill
Are my type of man



Credits
Writer(s): Harrison Parker Forbes, Nicholas Jude Stout, Sierra Cheyenne Torres
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