Liz Longley Outta My Head song lyrics

I was packing to move to New York City

You were the last thing I thought I'd find

Miles and miles away you should be gone now

But our years together play like movies in my mind

'Cause I found your letters

and that Don Martin record

that we spun until it was dead

I found your mixtape for the road

and two tickets to the show

and your sock from under my bed

and now I can't get you outta my head

Get out of my head

Memories of you start to reappear

and they're getting harder to ignore

I swear I heard you singing in the kitchen

and your bare feet tapping the rhythm on the floor and I thought I saw you walking through that door

Oh, I wish you'd walk through that door

Why dont you come get your letters

and that Don Martin record

that we spun until it was dead

Come get your mixtape for the road

and two tickets to the show

and your sock from under my bed

Come get yourself outta my head

(Get out of my head babe)

Get outta my head

(Get outta my head babe)

Oh, Now that you're here

You're far more beautiful than I remember

Oh, Remind me why we're not together

Shouldn't we be together?

Why dont you come get your letters

and we'll spin some records

Then go out and paint the town red

I've got two tickets to the show

and I think that we should go

and if you want you could crash on my bed

'Cause i'd rather you there than in my head

(Get outta my head babe)

Get outta my head

(Get outta my head babe)

Get outta my head

(Get outta my head)

Get outta my head