Director

My dear sweet director
I'm writing to you
To tell you of all the things
I've gotten into

Oh, sweetest director
I hope it's no big deal
But I think it's valid
To feel how I feel

Black and blue
Oh, black and blue
Those are the colors you picked,
is that true?

Or did you just want to
Get back at me
For nothing I'd ever do

Spiteful, spiteful
Oh, so spiteful
Getting you back will be
Delightful

If I get this
Across right
You'll never want to play with my spite

My dear sweet director
I'm telling you now
This is something
I cannot allow

Oh, sweetest director
It's a big deal to me
And I'm looking for more than
Just an apology

So think about
Everything you've done
And how there's an issue
With every last one

Two three four
Five six things you said
Be careful that you don't
Wind up dead

Deader than a doornail
Uh oh
Slimy little snail
Oh no

You move so slow
Yet you're so slippery
But you can't
Get away from me

Count with me:
Five four three two one
Run from my gun
Or you are done

Oh, dearest director
I know how you feel
So please, my love,
make me a deal

My loving director
Please lend me your gun
Cuz if I do this right
We can both have some fun