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