Ear the C

Oh, you’re so misunderstood aren’t you
You’re mister-misunderstood
I’ve tried every conceivable way to hate you
You shut me off
You shut me off
You’re beautiful
I assure you
I assure you
Engage me all night in conversation
Drinking and smoking and laughing real loud
With your favourite pal
I have no tolerance for people who don’t have a mind of their own
A mind of their own
We walked along
You chose your words so carefully
As if the wind would pick them off
To throw throw them right back at me
The sea beside us kept on shouting
Making it hard to hear
But all I heard were the words…
'Get out of here'
'Get out of here'
'Get out of here'
'Get out of here'
'Get out of here'