Daised

The foreman calls out,
You must get out!
You must get out!
I hope I’ve made the right choice,
I pray that I’m following the right voice,
And the foreman calls and seems to know,
Let her go,
Let her go,
Yet I still yearn,
And when I see her, my stomach does churn,
Still the foreman calls,
Don’t think with your balls,
Don’t think with your balls,
But I still hope that things will change,
That maybe she won’t think I’m so strange,
The foreman sings,
Remember the nine kings,
Remember the nine kings,
I seem to be consumed by lust,
I’ve forgotten how to trust,
So the foreman sighs,
Saying let the world die,
Let the world die,
Like Gatsby of Great,
I’m in a daised state,
The Foreman seems crazy,
As he tells me,
Daisy let it go,
Daisy let it go,
Daisy,
Let her go...