Get me get me
Get me from under the light
No more quality time
I've been catching the signs
Cut cold in my fold, in my fold, in my circle
Down to get, getting personal
Nothing personal
Getting personal
One time I'm pretty or morphing
When I will now be okay
I hear the words to live for things
Yeah I hear what they say
And it has nothing to do with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
And it has nothing to do with you, with you, with you
With you