Go, You Woman, Go
I'm sick and tired of all your games,
Of dancing to your beat.
You pushed me around,
Drove me into the ground,
And now, I'll not stay anymore.
O', Evelyn, you evil broad,
Master manipulator extraordinaire,
Someone's got to take you down,
And if not that, then the only thing to do
Is to go, you woman, go.
You stabbed me in the back
After a night of passion
And called it something, like, gratitude.
I said a sweet nothing,
Yet you claimed I said a lot,
A lot of pish posh, and out of you, "Get a clue!"
O', Evelyn, I'm disappointed in you.
I thought I could trust your baby blues,
But instead, all I can say to you
Is to go, you woman, go.
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