Get Over You

Red Lights Gang

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    Dressed like Thatcher, you must be living in a different world
    And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls

    They stop you in the street
    They wanna know your name
    To reach you on the phone
    'Cause they know your game
    Always running up the alley
    Trying to get home
    Or standing on the corner, never alone

    And I don't wanna get over you
    It doesn't matter what you do
    I just can't get over you, over you

    You say the boys with the bikes
    And the leathers like to beat you to hell
    And the girls where you work
    Don't treat you too well

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    You think you're such a smacker, but you ain't so bad
    Get what you want
    With looks like that
    Always running up the alley
    Trying to get home
    Or standing on the corner
    Never alone

    And I don't wanna get over you
    It doesn't matter what you do
    I just can't get over you, over you

    Dressed like Thatcher, you must be living in a different world
    And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls

    They stop you in the street
    They wanna know your name
    To reach you on the phone
    'Cause they know your game
    Always running up the alley
    Trying to get home
    Or standing on the corner, never alone

    And I don't wanna get over you
    It doesn't matter what you do
    I just can't get over you, over you

    And I don't wanna get over you
    It doesn't matter what you do
    I just can't get over you, over you

    And I don't wanna get over you
    It doesn't matter what you do
    I just can't get over you, over you

    Song details

    Composition: John Joseph O'neill

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