Trip-SMP

Making faces from across the room Look at me looking at you What's your name, my name too? I'm getting the chills sitting next to you... Shake myself in your sole The blood in your veins The smell of your clothes What am I supposed to do? There's nothing left for me to choose Make my move or walk away Once again without a date Is it me or do I smell? I showered the other day What the hell's going on? Just where do I belong? I don't really care... Get out of my hair Get out of my hair Smoke my cigarettes And drive my car Flick your ashes on my bedroom floor Wear my underwear Steal my shirts I think it's love and then you burp If I died, you'd probably spit on my grave and take my friends the very next day You're always complaining that I'm not home When I try to call you're on the telephone My pants are falling, my socks don't fit I can't seem to walk without having to Trip over you Just what am I going to do? I don't really care... Get out of my hair Get out of my hair What is said, what is done I'll take it on the run I won't aplogize I won't be telling lies How could you? Why would you? Take advantage of And raid me of my love Then leave? Smash my windows and keyed my car Then out of the blue you send a birthday card What's a man supposed to do When all I get is grief from you? Playing games and trashing my Who could it be? Hopefully no body for me I don't really care... Get out of my hair