Get Over It

So the skin has turned its back on me again

And it's back to playschool for me

and my childhood friend

Well get over it!

And the words don't leave my mouth

till I've had a dram

So I sit in the corner

and watch you like the man I am

Well get over it!

Get over it!

D'you want my side my side of the story?

D'you want my side my side of the story?

Well I want you want you like I'm eighteen

But I'm tied tied to my baby

To my baby

Oh!

In another life I'd be drenched in sweat with you

But it's this life darlin'

and in this life we make do

Oh get over it!

G-g-g-g-get over it!

Oh d'you want my side my side of the story?

D'you want my side my side of the story?

Well I want you want you like I'm eighteen

But I'm tied tied to my baby

To my baby

My blessed baby

Oh here's my side my side of the story

Oh I'm so tired sick tired of the story!

Oh I want that

Oh I'd kill my life for what could I be

What could I be?

END