Ear the C کے بول

Oh, you're so misunderstood aren't you, you're mister-misunderstood. I've tried every conceivable way to hate you. You shut me off, you shut me off. You're beautiful, I assure you. I assure you. Engage me all night in conversation, drinking and smoking and laughing real loud with your favourite pal. I have no tolerance for people who don't have a mind of their own, a mind of their own. We walked along, you chose your words so carefully, as if the wind would pick them off, to throw throw them right back at me. The sea beside us kept on shouting, making it hard to hear, but all I heard were the words... `Get out of here`. `Get out of here`. `Get out of here`. `Get out of here`. `Get out of here`.