We're over Her

Dancing at the Grange Hall on a Saturday night
The band was country swinging, oh, they're good and tight
I turn around and see, she's over me
With her arms around the neck of some new wannabe'
She's over me

She's a pony-tailed vixen in a flowered skirt
With a trail of broken hearts and a world of hurt
And a dozen men, who know she's over them
We shake our heads and wonder who'll be next in line
To get left behind

Oh, to be 23, with the world dancing to your tune
And it's strange how things can change
And everything gets ruined

Some day she'll face the music and be all alone
When the good men of the valley are all married off or gone
And she'll rue the day, she let us get away
She won't know how it happened but she'll know for sure
We're over her



Credits
Writer(s): Kipp Elliot Bentley
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