Get Over You

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