GONNA GET OVER YOU

“Good bye.” Should be say ing that to you by now, shouldn’t I?

Lay ing down a law that I live by.

Well, may be next time.

I’ve got a thick tongue

brim ming with the words that go un sung.

I sim mer then I burn for a some one,

the wrong one.

And I tell my self to let the sto ry end,

oh,

that my heart will rest in some one else ’s hand.

But my “why not me” phi los o phy be gan.

And I said… Ooh, how’m I gon na get o ver you?

I’ll be all right,

just not to night,

but some day.

Oh, I wish you’d want me to stay.

I’ll be all right,

just not to night,

but some day.

“May be.” It’s a vi cious lit tle word that can slay me,

keep me where I’m hurt ing.

You make me

(C)hang from your hands.

But no more; I won’t beg to buy a shot at your back door.

If I’m ach ing at the thought of you, what for?

That’s not (Bbsus2)me an y more.

And I’m not the girl that I in tend to be.

But I dare you, dar lin’; just you wait and see.

But this time not for you, but just for me.

I said… but some day.

Say it’s com ing soon,

some day with out you.

All I can do

is (Ab)get me past the ghost of you.

Wave good bye to me; I won’t say I’m sor ry.

I’ll be all right

(Ab)once I find the oth er side of some day.

Oh,

oh,

woh,