I don't need, to fall at your feet nownJust because you cut, me, to the bonenAnd I won't miss, the way you kiss menWe were never carved, in stonenIf I don't listen to the talk of the townnThen maybe I can, fool myself..nnI'll get over you.. I know I willnI'll pretend my ship's not sinking..nAnd I'll tell myself, I'm over youn'Cause I'm the queen of wishful thinkingnnI refuse to give in too my bluesnThat's not how it's going to benAnd I deny the tears in my eyesnI don't want to let you.. SeenThat you have made a hole in my heartnAnd now I've got to, fool myself..nnI'll get over you.. I know I willnI'll pretend my ship's not sinkingnAnd I'll tell myself, I'm over youn'Cause I'm the queen of wishful thinking..nI'll get over you.. And I know I willnnOhmm..nnTell myself, I'm over youn'Cause I'm the queen of wishful thinking..