Can't get you out of my head, Baby.
Can't get you out of my head, Baby.
Can't get you out of my head, Baby.
Can't get you out of my head, Baby.
I know my metaphors aren't much good,
But you are a real earworm for my eyes (an eye-catcher),
Because no matter where I go or where I stand,
Always seeing your face in front of my tired eyes.
Instead of telling you how I feel about you
I'd rather knock back myself a double vodka,
And when I see you, I can't get my lips apart,
Which is probably why I'm wandering around solo forever.
But today I'm going to take time by the forelock:
Can't get you out of my head, Baby.
That's what I thought, but unfortunatly didn't say.
I almost would have done it, but you didn't ask me.
I was so close to it, and once again I didn't dare,
In other words, I cocked it up for no reason once again.
Maybe I'm shitless scared, because so far every girl said,
That I'm a nice guy, but talk a little fast.
Now I gonna buck up myself, get up and I go
Just over to you, but I don't have the right topic:
"Uh, hello... Sorry... ...since when have you had a pigtail?"
Can't get you out of my head, Baby.
Now I've said that, now I've finally got it out,
And to my amazement, you look rather cheerful!
You'd have guessed that I kind of like you
And you were wondering when I was gonna tell you.
You wouldn't have dared to do it yourself, because everyone says you speak too loud...
You talk too loud and I'm too fast, Baby,
It fits, like daylight' and 'bright', Baby.
I talk too fast and you too loud, Baby,
It fits, like bridegroom and bride, Baby.
It fits like a pot and lid, Baby,
And like a cap on a head, Baby.
Like a medicine in an IV, Baby,
And like a rubber band on a pigtail, Baby.
Can't get you out of my head, Baby.