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 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...)