Get Away from Me

look at you you're young havin' so much fun gonna be a star blah blah blah and click there goes the phone I don't wanna know what my horoscope's predicting just pour me a drink cuz I need a kick I don't wanna think I just wanna sip (chorus) David don

And when the dawn breaks through the drums start Beating the morning to the farm Your grimace widens and your lips part Sounding the silent alarm And when the bells explode they scatter Hitching a hand unto the breeze The grand bureaucracy grows fatt

My oh my walkin' by Who's the apple of my eye Why it's my very own Clonie Oh if I should stroll the 'hood Who knew I could look so good Just talkin' on the phone to Clonie We are pals It's cool 'cause we're not lonely Shallow gene pool There's nothin