Get Over It - Guillemots

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

Well I’m so tired, sick tired of the story!

Oh I want that thing that turns the grass green

Oh I’d kill my life for, what could I be

What could I be?

(Oh yeah, get over it, oh yeah, oh get over yeah, get over it, get over me,

get over, get over me, me, me…)