BYE BYE:

© 1998 by Lydia Glider-Shelley
Verse 1:
Don’t make a monkey outta me, you ape you
It’s time to say goodnight!

One and one make three, so toodleloo:
You ain’t Mr. Right!
Don’t you know I see right through
Your come – ons and charm?

Rejection, my dear
Is no true cause for alarm…

So, now, since there’s no way
You’ll have me on your arm:
Please go on home!
Verse 2:
Why don’t you make like a tree and leave my friend
why you still hangin’ around?

Is it true that you see make believe and pretend that your will is profound?
It’s an obvious error - you live with your terror
and then try to blame anyone (you can)

Somehow it seems the bulk of your dreams
must be a sick kinda fun!

(Repeat verse 1)
tag: Just go on home! Yeah, go on home! Go on home!