Oh, oh, oh gee, Dad you can't imagine or see,
This is not who you wanted to be,
And I am me, and you are you,

But there is no argue -- ing with what she put us through,
And I will forgive you, if you forgive me,
By that which means, is that(x2) we must be drama free


So let's forget the past, let's make this fast and make it last.
Next time don't get so attached,

You two are such a brash mismatch.
Bash her head, and leave a gash.
And make damn sure you stash your cash,

But you must not forget one final task,
Now kick her white $$# in the trash.


Even if you found the niche, it's really quite hard to sew and stitch,
Not even a pinch is gonna make her flinch.
Grab a shovel, dig a ditch and bury the (*##$.


The witch has you so changed, which made you so estranged.
And now you're so deranged, which makes everything rearranged.

Always remember family first,
I could get through to you if you weren't so coerced.
Huh? Isn't that funny? Your role reversed.


Hmmm. I don't know what's worse,
Watching your money be dispersed,

Or waiting around hoping to be reimbursed.
She's got you on a short, short leash, to say the least.
Your value has decreased, and to me,

You might as well be deceased.

Even if you found the niche, it's really quite hard to sew and stitch,

Not even a pinch is gonna make her flinch.
Grab a shovel, dig a ditch and bury the (*##$.


Dad you can't imagine or see.
This (3x) is not who you wanted to be.


Even if you found the niche, it's really quite hard to sew and stitch,
Not even a pinch is gonna make her flinch.
Grab a shovel, dig a ditch and bury the (*##$.