Letra de 'Over You' de Tony Lucca

One..two..three...
hey there little girl
make up your mind
and tell what you wanna do
so sick and tired of all your little games
the ones I never said I wanna play
with you...
twenty years of loneliness
and then you finally find the one
no longer lonely
now it's all about makin' love
wake up the next morning
regretting what you've done
guess the deed's not enough
to soothe the soul...yea
well it's these superstitious points of view
that keep me hangin' by a thread
onto you
without you, I would not be anyone of importance
and that's why
I'm over you
hey yea...yeah...
said I'm over you
silly boss doesn't have a clue
as to what I do
still he demands more from me anyway
his world revolves around his countless dollar bills
what's the value of my life
if all I do is work everyday, yea...
it's these superstitious points of view
that keep hangin' by a thread
onto you
and without you, I would not be anyone of importance
and that's why
I'm over you
said I'm (I'm...I'm...)
over you hey...
I'm...I'm...I'm...over you...
hey, yea...
it's these superstitious points of view
that keep hangin' by a thread
onto you, yea...
and without you, I would not be anyone of importance
and that's why
I'm over you yeah, yea...
it's these superstitious points of view
that keep hangin' by a thread
onto you (onto you..ooh)
and without you, I would not be anyone of importance
and that's why
that's why...