so the skin has turned its back on me again and it s back to playschool for me and my childhood friend well get over it and the words don t leave my mouth till i ve had a dram so i sit in the corner and watch you like the man i am well get over it get over it d you want my side my side of the story d you want my side my side of the story well i want you want you like i m eighteen but i m tied tied to my baby to my baby oh in another life i d be drenched in sweat with you but it s this life darlin and in this life we make do oh get over it g g g g get over it oh d you want my side my side of the story d you want my side my side of the story well i want you want you like i m eighteen but i m tied tied to my baby to my baby my blessed baby oh here s my side my side of the story well i m so tired sick tired of the story oh i want that thing that turns the grass green oh i d kill my life for what could i be what could i be 