Get Her Off Your Mind.

She looks smart, but maybe just booksmart,
And I've heard the contents of her brain.
I've chased girls across the world,
And they all have the same names.

And way in the corner, of her bedroom rock band scene,
In a whitewash of drunken episodes she say she's not the girl for me.

Still every time the ground freezes, I don't see her around,
And I think all the worst and I hope she comes round.
And there she is, standing sweet, on the snowy drive,
With her syrup hair, and her seaside eyes, and dirty drunken insides.

She's got her way, with words and my heart,
And with that of each person she crosses each day,
I've chased her down from the highest heights,
But it seems she'll never let me stay.

Still every time the ground freezes, I don't see her around,
And I think all the worst and I hope she comes round.
And there she is, standing sweet, on the snowy drive,
With her syrup hair, and her seaside eyes, and dirty drunken insides.

Still every time the ground freezes, I don't see her around,
And I think all the worst and I hope she comes round.
And there she is, standing sweet, on the snowy drive,
With her syrup hair, and her seaside eyes, and dirty drunken insides.