Text: Veruca Salt. American Thighs. Get Back.

I'm spinning out, I can't control my car.
It doesn't matter who you think you might be you are.
I misplace it and I don't know where it's at,
And I could find it but I'd never get it back...

Don't get it back,
Don't get it back
The more you want it, the less you're gonna get back.

I'm running out, I don't know when to stop.
I thought I'd wait till I saw the penny drop.
It started raining, pennies falling in my lap.
And I could spend it, but I'd never get it back.

Don't get it back
Don't get it back
The more you want it, the less you're gonna get back.

Don't get it back
Don't get it back
The more you want it, the less you're gonna get it back. X3
I'm spinning out, I can't control my car