Pull My Finger
Pull my finger, Let the moment linger
To remind us of the past we pushed behind us
See right through me, in my ear out of my head
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you got out of my-searching for an alibi
Baby you get out of my head
Live for now, die for later
When the lights go down you could be my infiltrator
Let it go now, be the ghost under my bed
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you got out of my-not because we didn't try
Baby you get out of my head
Stick hat pins in your voodoo doll
Carve your name on a graveyard wall
Baby you can count souls you've saved
Maybe you can tap dance on my grave
Give my blood. Rubber glove me
You would let me if you really really really loved me
Speaking in tongues, tangling everything we said
Baby you get out of my head.
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you got out of my- discos dead like you and I
Baby you get out of my head
I get so stressed about it, girls they just laugh about it
So I don't care about it- Maybe I'd be better
I get so stressed about it, try not confess about it
Some girls just laugh about it- Maybe I'd be better dead
To remind us of the past we pushed behind us
See right through me, in my ear out of my head
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you got out of my-searching for an alibi
Baby you get out of my head
Live for now, die for later
When the lights go down you could be my infiltrator
Let it go now, be the ghost under my bed
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you got out of my-not because we didn't try
Baby you get out of my head
Stick hat pins in your voodoo doll
Carve your name on a graveyard wall
Baby you can count souls you've saved
Maybe you can tap dance on my grave
Give my blood. Rubber glove me
You would let me if you really really really loved me
Speaking in tongues, tangling everything we said
Baby you get out of my head.
Baby you get out of my head
Baby you got out of my- discos dead like you and I
Baby you get out of my head
I get so stressed about it, girls they just laugh about it
So I don't care about it- Maybe I'd be better
I get so stressed about it, try not confess about it
Some girls just laugh about it- Maybe I'd be better dead
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Writer(s): David Richards
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