Get Over It
Written by mark walton
Main voice: susan
Released on 'continental drifters' (1995)
The sheets on your windows won't hide or disguise
The heat of the moment or the look in your eyes
You buy innuendos and lies.
Please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And watch you walk out my door.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
My walls, well they're shakin' with the sound of your voice
My floors start to tremble with that talk of divorce
Well, you got the right to freedom of choice.
Please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And watch you slammin' my doors.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
Please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And hear you slammin' my doors.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
I can hear your drunken rage within my room
One too many beers, preachin' a prophecy of doom
Might just bury you in a lonesome tomb.
Oh, please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And watch you tear down my door.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
Get over it
Get over it.
Main voice: susan
Released on 'continental drifters' (1995)
The sheets on your windows won't hide or disguise
The heat of the moment or the look in your eyes
You buy innuendos and lies.
Please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And watch you walk out my door.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
My walls, well they're shakin' with the sound of your voice
My floors start to tremble with that talk of divorce
Well, you got the right to freedom of choice.
Please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And watch you slammin' my doors.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
Please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And hear you slammin' my doors.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
I can hear your drunken rage within my room
One too many beers, preachin' a prophecy of doom
Might just bury you in a lonesome tomb.
Oh, please don't shout anymore
I can't stand to sit around
And watch you tear down my door.
Show some sense and respect
Learn to cope and get over it.
Get over it
Get over it.
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Walton
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