A lifetime is so short, and through it, plans are thwarted.
Only death will part us, is what our vows purported
and though we started strong, it’s now harder to deny
that all the joys between us seem to fly on by and
it’s over now between us; it’s real easy to see
I won’t be near you since you’re not in my vicinity.
If surgery’s completed with a rusty butter knife,understand it’s happening: I gotta get you outta my life!

Gotta get you out; I can substantiate it.
Gotta get you out; can we negotiate it?
Gotta get you out; I feel so enervated.

Gotta get you out, gotta get you out of my life!

I’m sure this sounds like some familiar song, but
I’ll feel a whole lot better, once I know you’re gone.
Still, it’s true, the state we’re in’s incomplete
and we’ve got to declare our love’s defeat!
So come on: let’s bring the papers in
so everyone will know we’re living in sin.
It’s important to ensure that you’re forever not my wife.
As long as that’s done: hooray! I gotta get you outta my life!

Gotta get you out; it’s so important to do.
Gotta get you out; I’d love it if it were true.
Gotta get you out; I know you want it, too.
Gotta get you out, gotta get you out of my life!