BEEhave!
by Cary Kembla
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YOU'RE OUT OF CONTROL
You spilt your milkshake on my moggy's coat last night
Exactly where you were heaving
You put poor pussy in the tumble dryer, it left her
Totally frizzed out and seething
Now it's too late to come crawling back, and now it's
Too late to hear all your crap, because
You're out of control, you're out of control
You're out of control, you're out of control
Yeah!
The plants are curled and robot's circuits all have blown
With that gas you're releasing
You let one out under the Silence Cone and I was
Wondering when you were leaving
Now it's too late to come crawling back
Now it's too late to cut you more slack, because
You're out of control, you're out of control
You're out of control, you're out of control
You're out of control
Now it's too late to cut you more slack, so now
Pack your suitcase, hand your shoe phone back because
You're out of control, you're out of control
You're out of control, you're out of control
© 2016 Cary Kembla
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