When It's Over - Michael Franks

Your specialty is not eroticism

I guess your boyfriend’s into masochism

Your body temperature is 10 below

When it’s over, it’s over…

This Me-Myself is just a game you play

You do exactly what your parents say

If that’s identity then Bird can’t blow…

When it’s over, it’s over…

All those books up on your shelf…

Did they teach you how to cure yourself?

Not even Sigmund Freud

Can save you from the love you destroyed

It wasn’t hard to make that big decision

My life with you was like a bad collision

Just like a river, now I’m free to flow…

When it’s over, it’s over…