Get out of hand 
Get under foot 
Get to the square root 
Put a word to a feelin' 
Let 'em know with whom they're dealin' 
Dear Elizabeth throw your fit 
Yes you can talk or you can walk, you can walk away 
You can stay and make em pay for you, feeling this way 
Thrown out grow up I shot (grown up my child punch em out??) 
He goes down on me with my (critique??) you'd mind quite a bit 
Dear Elizabeth throw a fit, makes me feel like I'm lit 

Get out of hand 
Get under foot 
Get to the square root 
Put a word to a feelin' 
Let 'em know with whom they're dealin'