Public service announcement… Stop lurking. We’re not talking. You may clock out now. Thank you for your service. [Verse 1] You’re watching my stories, checking my likes, Doing detective work every night, Looking for clues like there’s something to find, Baby, your man is the last thing on my mind. Zooming in, checking names, Trying to drag me into your games, There ain’t a triangle, there ain’t no plot, You’re guarding something that I do not want. [Pre-Chorus] No beef, no drama, no secret rendezvous, I promise, babe, I’m not competing with you. So put down the phone, let the investigation stop— Your shift finished hours ago… [Chorus] CLOCK OUT. Stop lurking to see if we’re talking — we’re not. CLOCK OUT. Whatever you think is going on — it’s not. Only men I’m talking to: Jesus and ChatGPT. So jog on, ya wet wipe, There’s nothing here to see. [Post-Chorus] Clock out, clock out, Your shift is done. Clock out, clock out, I don’t want anyone. Your man, my man, her man? No, thanks. Baby, go home — You’ve already clocked your hours. [Verse 2] I don’t want your man, you can keep that prize, No need to monitor me with FBI eyes. If he’s in my inbox, that’s news to me, Probably sitting there unread since half past three. I want white wine, chocolate cake, Peace in my house and a nice clean space. Not somebody’s boyfriend causing a scene— I’ve got snacks, God and a dopamine screen. [Bridge — spoken over beat drop] Ma’am… This is not a love triangle. I have removed myself from the geometry. And respectfully… If you have to check my page every twelve minutes to make sure your man still belongs to you… …I fear I am not the problem. [Final Chorus] CLOCK OUT. Stop lurking to see if we’re talking — we’re not. CLOCK OUT. I promise you I do not want what you’ve got. Only men I’m talking to: Jesus and ChatGPT. So jog on, ya wet wipe, And let a girl be free. [Outro — spoken] Your shift ended hours ago, babe. Go home. Jesus loves you. ChatGPT says goodnight. Clock. Out.
