Lyrics
Seeing you
Remainds me of an old guitar
Hearing you
I wonder how it went that far
Oh well, you been playing to long
And I have heard the same old song.
Oh, yeah
Thinking of you
I'm blessed if I could shut my mind
Looking at you
I think I might as well be blind
Oh well you are out of tune
You better scram before I crack upon
The only good thing you have done
Is that you really taught me a lesson
I think I'll take my love to someone else
To fix my succession
And now you better take your things
And beat it, girl
You better try your wings
And beat it, girl
Oh yeah yeah yeah
You better beat it, beit it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, girl
You better beat it, beit it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, girl
You better beat it, beit it, beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it, girl
