So you tell me you’re cer­tain about it
Sure to tell me you’re rid of me
How cool can you be
Shrug­ging you’re shoulders say­ing you’re rid of me
That’s the way it is
So sickly sweet and oh so candy
No mat­ter which way it is
I’ll live in the flat the coun­cil gave me

You’d bet­ter move on out now
Leave town and get on out now

Liv­ing with each oth­er only for the sake of it
Liv­ing in a shack they said was “handy”
Your good looks blew you out and now you want no part of it
Suf­fice to tell me you’re rid of me
That’s the way it is
I’ll live in the flat that the hous­ing gave me

Look uh get outa here!
get outa here!

You’d bet­ter move on out now
Leave town and get on out now

Poisoned let­ters from snakes who died to make it
Hung out dry­ing in the cemetery
My per­son­al­ity always is a problem
Always was and always will be
That’s the way it is
You don’t need to under­stand me
No mat­ter which way it is
I’ll live in the flat that the hous­ing gave me

Look uh get outa here!
get outa here!

Cred­its

Words and music Mick Hucknall
CBS Songs Ltd/So What Ltd

Oth­er Info

This track is on the Men And Women album (1987)