I Get Rid of You - Robert Pollard, Doug Gillard

I get rid of you with everything I do

I get rid of you

I get rid of you with everything I do

I get rid of you

You’re my kind of woman

Tell me what to do

And I will not pretend to be

Extending a hand that holds the key

Unlocking a plan that can consider you

And you are ill prepared to fight

Living in a world of soft and white

In air-conditioned battle zones, I pity you

And from here to you, I’m seeing souls in collision

Who can they be?

With eyes in all directions, but why can’t they see?

That the sight of you is starting up a war inside of me

The sight of you is building up a war inside of me

You’re my kind of woman, I get rid of you