Words and Music by Eric Champion

Well, I'm standing in the corner of the room
Trying hard to quell the steam of your perfume
As you look I turn the other way
But you keep on staring anyway
And the pain of our acquaintance seems to loom
Was it not enough the scar you left on me
Is there something of myself that you still seek
And you come in front of one and all
And you push me up against the wall
And you stroke my hair and say, "Did you miss me?"
Well not at all. . .

Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away

Well you take my hand and say to come with you
And you tell me all the things you'd like to do
You can spit your lies right on the floor
'Cause I've laid down in that bed before
And I've had to pay the price for all my sins
Well not again. . .

Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away from me
Let me be
Temptannie