You Can't Do This to Me Anymore
(You can't do this to me anymore....)
You stepped out of a silver van
driven by a rainbow man.
You said your name was Mary Anne.
The coolers plan you had at hand.
A rose among the garbage cans
looking grand and slightly tanned.
Your hair was dancing to the jam.
A February marching band.
You can't do this to me anymore.
You can't do this to me anymore.
Looking for that saving grace,
I find you tricky to erase.
Don't know what I see in space.
It might well be a hiding place.
I can't stay in, I won't get out.
Every notion seems to shout.
Running blind into the chase.
No chance, I will forget your face.
You can't do this to me anymore.
(You can't do it anymore...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
(Do it anymore...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
You can't do this to me anymore.
(You can't do it...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
(Anymore...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
You can't do this to me anymore.
You can't do this to me anymore.
(You can't do it anymore...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
(You can't do it anymore...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
(Do it anymore...)
You can't do this to me anymore.
(Can't do it anymore...)
