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The Streets

"Get Out Of My House"

[Hook: C-Mone]
Go, get out of my house, please
And actually give me back my keys
But I'll be proper angry
If you're not back later on your knees

[Verse 1: C-Mone]
Look, if I'm talking to you, you shouldn't be gawping in thin air
You're so selfish but what about us, as in pair?
I needed you to come over, man, I needed you to have been there
I'm about to do something crazy, you'll regret this, I swear
This one time I really needed you to head over mine
Where I was throwing up all morning, it was all in my hair
Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs
Like you always do, you know, you just don't f*cking care

[Hook: C-Mone]
Go, get out of my house, please
And actually give me back my keys
But I'll be proper angry
If you're not back later on your knees

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Look, come on, calm down, it wasn't all totally like that
You're overreacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat?
It's just, you know, I had stuff to do, you know, this and that
Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack
But I had to sort out my pills, man, I needed to stock up my stash
I couldn't do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick snap
And you didn't want me there last Sat, so I left you on your jack
And this Saturday, I thought it was the same deal
As last Sat at your gaff

[Hook: C-Mone]
Go, get out of my house, please
And actually give me back my keys
But I'll be proper angry
If you're not back later on your knees

[Bridge: Mike Skinner]
You don't care about my broken TV
I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed
I never phoned that bloke from the TV company
So please don't be like this, please, please, please

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Actually, now I think about it, what am I guilty about?
I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout
Oi, this is what happened last Saturday now
I think I remember now
You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little bout
You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now
Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can't go without
So when you being in bed is because last night you got p*ssed
It's you that's being selfish, it's you that don't give a sh*t

[Hook: Mike Skinner]
I'm gone, I'll get out of your house
Then I'll never be back again
But I'll still be seething
When you text me to make up and be friends

[Outro: Mike Skinner]
So there you go, eh?
Don't try and give me that sh*t, right?
'Cause, d'you know what I mean?
You're not exactly, f*ckin', you know
What, d'you know what I mean?
It don't really matter anymore, d'you know what I mean?
So I did not remember my opinions without remembering my reasons for 'em
You're confusing me now
I'm not gonna give you an example, I can't remember an example
You do it all the time, you know, that thing that you do
I can't remember when you last did it, can I?
Nah, I'm gone anyway
I'm never gonna darken your towels again, I tell you that
And that thing about femme fatale, yeah?
She's fit, and she's fitter than you anyway
I like her, d'you know what I mean?
I'm never gonna meet her
So where do you get this jealous... I like her, you know
You can turn that off

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