If I knew the secret of Coca Cola
I would give away the recipe
If you’re a gangster in a prison
I [bad word] to rescue to set you free
I would send you an escape plan
I would do it through telepathy
All these things I have to give you
I am giving just to make you see

Don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it
It’s beside me that you need to be

I would change my decorations
Don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it
Just to know you feel ok on my stage
Don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it
And without any hesitation
Don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it
I would turn another page
Don’t you get it
Why don’t you get it