Heave Ho on the count of three

I'm gonna get you out

On account of me I gotta get you out

Heave Ho!

I ain't no damsel in distress

You ain't no prince

And I sure as hell ain't no princess

You can play the victim

Do whatever it takes

You can call me a bitch

Go on and spit on the grave of fate

But it's over



Ode to over, I'm glad it's over

Huh-uh, I don't think so

That's not the way it was at all

As I recall

There was no mention of "I do"

Let alone an "I might"

Next time ask the questions

with your hand off my thigh

Heave Ho, on the count of three

I'm gonna get you out

On account of me I gotta get you out



Heave Ho!

I am drowning in your shallow water

All I had to do was stand up

Stop drowning in the ifs, ands, and buts

and get over

Ode to over