Lyrics

Your specialty is not eroticism I guess your boyfriend's into masochism Your body temperature is 10 below When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over It's me myself is just a game you played You do exactly what your parents say If that's identity then "Bird" can't blow When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over All those books upon your shelf Did they teach you how to cure yourself Not even Sigmund Freud could save you from the love you destroyed It wasn't hard to make the big decision My life with you was like a bad collision Just like a river now I'm free to flow When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over When it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over It's over It's over
Writer(s): Michael P. Franks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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