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