Gotta Get Over Greta

I left that wild side long ago
I'm here to tell you something you already know
Concerning me and my best friend, sleeping in her big blue bed
We liked the same boys, the same bands
The same games, we've got the same hands, and now


Chorus
I've gotta get over Greta
Gotta get over Greta
Gotta get over Greta
Gotta get over Greta


We played as monsters in the kitchen
She was the vampire and I was her victim
And at the dance we hid in the light booth, laughing at the boys below
We thought the same thing, we rolled our eyes
She took my hands and said, "We're not like those guys"

Chorus

Two skinny tomboys on our bikes
Riding forever into the summer night
There is no marriage more divine
There is no divorce more final, more final

I left that wild side long ago
My husband holds me close and he will enver know
But as for me I live in the fear I'll run into her down the line
It'll be the same thing, I'll shake and tremble
I'll lose myself, I'll remember, I'll remember

Chorus

Nerissa Nields © 1996 Peter Quince Productions, ASCAP
(idea by Katryna Nields)

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