Last night I had another dream about you How many fuckin' dreams must I have about you I could have crossed an ocean just to get away from you Yet you are here very cool as good as new Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Wake up, it's not so sunny here in L. A Yet another fuckin' beautiful day Movin' on trying hard to get away From your face, your taste Your face, your taste Your face, your taste Your face, your taste, your face, your taste Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head Get out of my head I'm scared to go back to Paris cause I've been looking for you The world is so fuckin' small I'm sure I'll run into you Holding hands walking down the avenue, with the new you Maybe that is why I need to stop dreamin' about you Oooh-ooh yeah