Over

She gave you the chance to see what was under her gown
You weren't ready for the big occasion oh
Oh what a shame and all
Now she's left you standing there with your trousers down
Oh I wonder what could go wrong when you want it all

Don't stress it over
You can leave and text next morning talk it over
When you get sober
She will tell you that it's over
Don't stress it over
You can leave and text next morning talk it over
When you get sober
She will tell you that it's over
(lots of woahs)

Tell your mates to
Cut it the fuck out
Tell your mates to
Cut it the fuck out

I never thought she'd go around
Chatting more shit than a drunk on the underground
You need to tell your mates to
"CUT IT THE FUCK OUT"
Pipe down for a sec you don't need to be so loud

(so loud)
(so loud)

Don't stress it over
You can leave and text next morning talk it over
When you get sober
She will tell you that it's over

Don't stress it over
You can leave and text next morning talk it over
When you get sober
She will tell you that it's over
Don't stress it over
You can leave and text next morning talk it over
When you get sober
She will tell you that it's over
Don't stress it over
You can leave and text next morning talk it over
When you get sober
She will tell you that it's over

(sax solo)



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