HOW CAN I BE UNDER YOU (WHEN I’M NOT OVER HIM)
By BECCY COLE & TAMARA STEWART
How can I be under you when I’m not over him
How can I just give you one when I’m still suffering
I’m not saying you don’t pop my cork it’s just the state I’m in
So how can I be under you when I’m not over him
I guess you thought I fell for you
But under lights so dim
A few more wines and a doxen beers
You’d almost look like him
But he’s on a beach in Bali
Sipping wine with his new flame
While I’m on my back in Bundaberg
Calling you by his name
How can I be under you when I’m not over him
How can I just give you one when I’m still suffering
I’m not saying you don’t pop my cork it’s just the state I’m in
So how can I be under you when I’m not over him
I guess I’m not the kid of girl
Who goes for one-night flings
I was raised on fairytales
Where good Queens get their Kings
But out here in the real world
Cinderella’s lost her shoe
And by the time that clock struck midnight
I’d lost me knickers too
How can I be under you when I’m not over him
How can I just give you one when I’m still suffering
I’m not saying you don’t pop my cork it’s just the state I’m in
So how can I be under you when I’m not over him