Get Out of My Head

Last night I had another dream about you How many fuckin' dreams must I have about you? I moved across an ocean to get away from you Yet you're still here, very clear and as good as new Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head I wake up, it's not so sunny here in L.A. Yet another fuckin', beautiful day Moving on, trying hard to get away From your face, your taste Your face, your taste, your face, your taste Your face, your taste, your face, your taste Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head I'm scared to go back to Paris, 'cause I've been looking for you The world is so fuckin' small I'm sure, I'll run into you Holding hands walking down the avenue With the new you Maybe that's why I need to stop dreaming 'bout you Ooh-ooh-ooh-yeah