Dionne Bromfield - Get Over It Lyrics

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Get Over It

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What Are The Lyrics For Get Over It By Dionne Bromfield?
You're staring at your phone all day
Waiting for a text to come From a boy that barely knows your name, But you think that he's the one. You know that I'm a friend of yours, I wanna tell it like it is But mate it's so hard to explain it You're so much better than this No, you can't make somebody love you If you can't make the pieces fit No, you can't make somebody love you So mate, just get over it Oh oh ooh Oh oh ooh Oh oh ooh whoa whoa whoa whoa You sit where you can see him Two rows back in class each day But he never seems to notice you Or ever look your way No, you can't make somebody love you If you can't make the pieces fit No, you can't make somebody love you So mate, just get over it No, you can't make somebody love you If you can't make the pieces fit No, you can't make somebody love you So mate, just get over it Oh oh ooh Oh oh ooh Oh oh ooh whoa whoa whoa whoa No, you can't make somebody love you If you can't make the pieces fit No, you can't make somebody love you So mate Whoa No, you can't make somebody love you If you can't make the pieces fit No, you can't make somebody love you So mate, just get over it Oh oh ooh Oh oh ooh Oh oh ooh whoa whoa whoa whoa |
Who Wrote Get Over It By Dionne Bromfield?
Dionne Bromfield, Phil Thornalley, Mads Hauge
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What's The Duration Of The Get Over It By Dionne Bromfield?The duration of Get Over It is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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