now this, calls for a celebration! lower phone bills. more sleep. more happy me. freedom. no more emo emo emo. no more lies. no more nonsense. no more 'meet me leh' 'dont want lehhhh~~' yeah.

now, next!



Move, move!
Move right out of my life!
Move, move!
Move right out of my life!

You better move
You’re steppin’ on my heart
I said move
You’re tearing it apart, please move!
Ohhh, what am I gonna do, my heart
Ooh, breaking breaking up over you
You’ve got such magnetic power
That just keeps holding me down
I feel just like a flower
That you keep stomping the ground

Move, move!
Move right out of my life!
Move it, move it!
Out of my life!
Move, move!
Move right out of my life!
Move it, move it!
Out of my life!
Move, move!
Move right out of my life!

You are so horribly Satanic
The way you lead me around
I feel just like the Titanic
I’m always going down, down, down, down!
You’re steppin’ on my style!
Ohh, please move, I wanna breathe for a while
Ohh, baby!
Ohh, baby!
Get outta my life!
There’s too much pain and strife
So why don’t you pack it up and move it,
Take the cat, kit, and caboodle
Your broken down car
Your old smelly cigar
And just move right outta my
Move right outta my life!

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