Fed up of girls in pretty dressesWith boys who want to teach them a lessonSick of the sight of my old loverWent under sheets and covers to get away from himI canât see what he once meant to meI think itâs time I put him out of my mindSo I took a glimpse of MontanaNow nothing else mattersIâll heal eventuallyHow I adore you Dory PrevinTurned you up to eleven for the bandâs ears to bleedI canât see what he once meant to meDo you think itâs time I put it out of my mind?Do you think itâs time I put it out of my mind?I canât see what he once meant to meDo you think itâs time I put it out of my mind?I canât see what he once meant to meDo you think itâs time I put it out of my mind?I canât see what he once meant to meDo you think itâs time I put it out of my mind?I canât see what he once meant to meDo you think itâs time I put it out of my mind?I think itâs time I let my love for him dieby Marcelo Adelar