| Song | Oh My God |
| Artist | It Bites |
| Album | The Tall Ships |
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| Oh my god, the genius of it all | |
| The way the words spit from my mouth | |
| I’m self-assured and meaninglessly bored | |
| And all these things straight through your heart | |
| So when you talk to me there’s nothing left to say | |
| And only one thing can remain, so please refrain cos… | |
| Chorus: | |
| I’m so wrapped in writing words for you | |
| (I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got) | |
| I’m so strung out that nothing else will do | |
| (I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got) | |
| Oh my god, how boring I’ve become | |
| I’ll say this again and again | |
| I’m self-obsessed and tedious at best | |
| I’d wish this on no-one but you | |
| And when I talk to you I find it hard to say | |
| You’re wasting all these words again, I feel ashamed now | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Hoping these letters will carry you through in the old dramatic way | |
| And I still recall as I bury the wall | |
| It’s a gentle reminder there’s always the time to go sailing | |
| Hey you’ve got yourself to blame | |
| As these promises spoken, like hearts will be broken | |
| I’m wrapped round your finger, your words still mean something to me | |
| (Chorus) |
| Oh my god, the genius of it all | |
| The way the words spit from my mouth | |
| I' m selfassured and meaninglessly bored | |
| And all these things straight through your heart | |
| So when you talk to me there' s nothing left to say | |
| And only one thing can remain, so please refrain cos | |
| Chorus: | |
| I' m so wrapped in writing words for you | |
| I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got | |
| I' m so strung out that nothing else will do | |
| I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got | |
| Oh my god, how boring I' ve become | |
| I' ll say this again and again | |
| I' m selfobsessed and tedious at best | |
| I' d wish this on noone but you | |
| And when I talk to you I find it hard to say | |
| You' re wasting all these words again, I feel ashamed now | |
| Chorus | |
| Hoping these letters will carry you through in the old dramatic way | |
| And I still recall as I bury the wall | |
| It' s a gentle reminder there' s always the time to go sailing | |
| Hey you' ve got yourself to blame | |
| As these promises spoken, like hearts will be broken | |
| I' m wrapped round your finger, your words still mean something to me | |
| Chorus |
| Oh my god, the genius of it all | |
| The way the words spit from my mouth | |
| I' m selfassured and meaninglessly bored | |
| And all these things straight through your heart | |
| So when you talk to me there' s nothing left to say | |
| And only one thing can remain, so please refrain cos | |
| Chorus: | |
| I' m so wrapped in writing words for you | |
| I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got | |
| I' m so strung out that nothing else will do | |
| I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got your words, I got | |
| Oh my god, how boring I' ve become | |
| I' ll say this again and again | |
| I' m selfobsessed and tedious at best | |
| I' d wish this on noone but you | |
| And when I talk to you I find it hard to say | |
| You' re wasting all these words again, I feel ashamed now | |
| Chorus | |
| Hoping these letters will carry you through in the old dramatic way | |
| And I still recall as I bury the wall | |
| It' s a gentle reminder there' s always the time to go sailing | |
| Hey you' ve got yourself to blame | |
| As these promises spoken, like hearts will be broken | |
| I' m wrapped round your finger, your words still mean something to me | |
| Chorus |