Dressed like Thatcher, you must be livin' in a different world
And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls
They stop you in the street, they wanna know your name
To reach you on the phone 'cause they know your game
Always running up the alley, trying to get home
Or standing on the corner, never alone
And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you, over you
You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell
And the girls where you work don't treat you too well
You think you're such a smacker, but you ain't so bad
Get what you want, with looks like that
Always running up the alley, trying to get home
Or standing on the corner, never alone
The Undertones - Get Over You Lyrics
The Undertones - Get Over You Lyrics
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Dressed like Thatcher, you must be livin' in a different world
And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls
They stop you in the street, they wanna know your name
To reach you on the phone 'cause they know your game
Always running up the alley, trying to get home
Or standing on the corner, never alone
And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you, over you
You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell
And the girls where you work don't treat you too well
You think you're such a smacker, but you ain't so bad
Get what you want, with looks like that
Always running up the alley, trying to get home
Or standing on the corner, never alone
And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls
They stop you in the street, they wanna know your name
To reach you on the phone 'cause they know your game
Always running up the alley, trying to get home
Or standing on the corner, never alone
And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you, over you
You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell
And the girls where you work don't treat you too well
You think you're such a smacker, but you ain't so bad
Get what you want, with looks like that
Always running up the alley, trying to get home
Or standing on the corner, never alone
Writer: JOHN JOSEPH O'NEILL
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.