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Date of issue: 17.03.2002
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Get Out of My House |
Go, get out of my house, please |
And actually give me back my keys |
But I’ll be proper angry |
If you’re not back later on your knees |
Look, if I’m talking to you, you shouldn’t be gawping in thin air |
You’re so selfish but what about us, as in pair? |
I needed you to come over, man, I needed you to have been there |
I’m about to do something crazy, you’ll regret this, I swear |
This one time I really needed you to head over mine |
Where I was throwing up all morning, it was all in my hair |
Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs |
Like you always do, you know, you just don’t fucking care |
Go, get out of my house, please |
And actually give me back my keys |
But I’ll be proper angry |
If you’re not back later on your knees |
Look, come on, calm down, it wasn’t all totally like that |
You’re overreacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat? |
It’s just, you know, I had stuff to do, you know, this and that |
Maybe it wasn’t so important as you being in the sack |
But I had to sort out my pills, man, I needed to stock up my stash |
I couldn’t do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick snap |
And you didn’t want me there last Sat, so I left you on your jack |
And this Saturday, I thought it was the same deal |
As last Sat at your gaff |
Go, get out of my house, please |
And actually give me back my keys |
But I’ll be proper angry |
If you’re not back later on your knees |
You don’t care about my broken TV |
I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed |
I never phoned that bloke from the TV company |
So please don’t be like this, please, please, please |
Actually, now I think about it, what am I guilty about? |
I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout |
Oi, this is what happened last Saturday now |
I think I remember now |
You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little bout |
You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now |
Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can’t go without |
So when you being in bed is because last night you got pissed |
It’s you that’s being selfish, it’s you that don’t give a shit |
I’m gone, I’ll get out of your house |
Then I’ll never be back again |
But I’ll still be seething |
When you text me to make up and be friends |
So there you go, eh? |
Don’t try and give me that shit, right? |
'Cause, d’you know what I mean? |
You’re not exactly, fuckin', you know |
What, d’you know what I mean? |
It don’t really matter anymore, d’you know what I mean? |
So I did not remember my opinions without remembering my reasons for 'em |
You’re confusing me now |
I’m not gonna give you an example, I can’t remember an example |
You do it all the time, you know, that thing that you do |
I can’t remember when you last did it, can I? |
Nah, I’m gone anyway |
I’m never gonna darken your towels again, I tell you that |
And that thing about femme fatale, yeah? |
She’s fit, and she’s fitter than you anyway |
I like her, d’you know what I mean? |
I’m never gonna meet her |
So where do you get this jealous… I like her, you know |
You can turn that off |