Her hair looks just like yours
Against a moonlit shore
I’m lying under her so I’ll get over you
We drank your favorite wine
And danced in three four-time
Her waist fell under mine so I’ll get over you
And though it’s going well
It’s living hell being held
By someone so brand new
She’s not you
She doesn’t have your smell
Today I’m not a man
My head falls in my hand
I don’t think she understands that I’m not over you
She left me in the sand
Cause I’m not over you