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Dressed like Thatcher, you must be living 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
And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you, over you
Dressed like Thatcher, you must be living 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
And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you, over you
And I don't wanna get over you
It doesn't matter what you do
I just can't get over you, over you
And I don't wanna get over you
