“Can’t get rid of her.”
“Can’t get rid of her.”
I’m standing right here, behind you, say it to my face. Tell me how you really feel. Please, don’t hide it. Say it to me instead of the man behind the counter. Paying for lunch, “can’t get rid of her”.
Don’t worry, I’ll get out of your hair soon. Don’t worry anymore about me.
I know no one likes me. Can’t get rid of me apparently.