Stuck in Your Head

I showed up to the party in old stains In an old dress from our glory days, our glory days See my man chased a pipedream all the way to L.A. Bought some swim trunks, a Corvette, and some muscle shades, some muscle shades Now all the pretty boys and girls in this town look alike They tell me I'd make more friends if I acted less fight or flight, fight or flight And I'm lost in the golden haze of another Santa Monica night Waiting on some bored angel to ease my troubled mind, my troubled mind And it don't mean nothin' if you don't want it to Don't get it stuck in your head if you think it belongs to you Then, it don't mean nothin', not a thing, it's true Don't get it stuck in your head, it don't belong to you I go out in the city in old stains In my old threads, getting high off the ocean breeze and the chemical waste, the chemical waste I wink at poet types, but I tell 'em, "I can't stay, I'm just in town for a week, babe, and then I'm turning the page, turning the page" Oh cause it don't mean nothin' if you don't want it to Don't get it stuck in your head if you think it belongs to you Then, it don't mean nothin', not a thing, it's true Don't get it stuck in your head... No it don't mean nothin' if you don't want it to Don't get it stuck in your head if it gives you the blues Then, it don't mean nothin', not a thing, it's true Don't get it stuck in your head, it don't belong to you Don't get it stuck in your head, it don't belong to you Just get it in your head, I don't belong to you