Last night I had another dream about you
How many fuckin' dreams must I have about you
I could have crossed an ocean just to get away from you
Yet you are here very cool as good as new

Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head

Get out of my head

Wake up, it's not so sunny here in L. A
Yet another fuckin' beautiful day
Movin' on trying hard to get away
From your face, your taste
Your face, your taste
Your face, your taste
Your face, your taste, your face, your taste

Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head

I'm scared to go back to Paris cause I've been looking for you
The world is so fuckin' small I'm sure I'll run into you
Holding hands walking down the avenue, with the new you
Maybe that is why I need to stop dreamin' about you
Oooh-ooh yeah