Get Over It

So the skin has turned its back on me again
And its back to playschool for me and my childhood friend
Well get over it!And the words dont leave my mouth till Ive had a dram
So I sit in the corner and watch you like the man I am
Well get over it!
Get over it!Dyou want my side, my side of the story?
Dyou want my side, my side of the story?
Well I want you, want you like Im eighteen
But Im tied up, tied up to my baby
To my baby
Oh!In another life Id be drenched in sweat with you
But its this life darlin, and in this life we make do
Oh get over it!
G-g-g-g-get over it!Oh, dyou want my side, my side of the story?
Dyou want my side, my side of the story?
Well I want you, want you like Im eighteen
But Im tied up, tied up to my baby
To my baby
My blessed babyOh heres my side, my side of the story
Oh Im so tired, sick tired of the story!
Oh I want that thing that you do with ice-cream
Oh Id kill my life for, what could I be
What could have been.