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 up, tied up 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 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 up, tied up 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 thing that you do with ice-cream Oh I'd kill my life for, what could I be What could have been.