Get Up, Get Over

Oh, get up, get over

Oh, get up, get on

Oh, get up, get over

Oh, get up, get on

Said you meet me at this party

I got the message on my phone

Saw you leaving with somebody

Now I’m sitting here alone

I tool my chances

Losing all my senses

But I don’t feel like dancing romancing

Waisting my time

On all this talking

Thought we could have something

But you’re gone in the morning

No warning

So

I’ll get up, get over

Oh get up, get over

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get over

We’re the lucky ones

Summer’s almost over

And we’re almost done

So get up, get over

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get on

Waking up after the party

Now you show up at my door

And I don’t need you to say sorry

’Cause I’m better on my own

You took your chances

Losing all your senses

But I don’t feel like dancing romancing

Waisting my time

On all this talking

Thought we could have something

But you’re gone in the morning

No warning

So…

I’ll get up, get over

Oh get up, get over

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get over

We’re the lucky ones

Summer’s almost over

And we’re almost done

So get up, get over

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get over

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get over

We’re the lucky ones

Summer’s almost over

And we’re almost done

So get up, get over

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get on

Oh get up, get on