作词 : Amos
Lyrics：Tori Amos Music：Tori Amos
Glue,
Stuck to my shoe.
Does anyone know why,
you play with an orange rind?
You say you packed my things
and divided what was mine.
You're off to the mountain top.
I say her skinny legs could use sun.
But, now I'm wishing,
for my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson.
But, now I've got to worry
cause, boy, you still look pretty
when you're putting the damage
when you're putting the damage on.
Don't make me scratch on your door.
I never left you
for a Banjo.
I only just turned around for a poodle
and a corvette.
and my impression
of my best Angie Dickinson.
But, now, I've got to worry
cause, boy, you still look pretty
when you're putting the damage on.
I'm trying not to move,
it's just your ghost
passing through.
I said
I'm trying not to move
it's just your ghost passing through,
it's just your ghost passing through,
and now I'm quite sure...
There's a light in your platoon.
I've never seen a light move
like yours.
Can do to me,
so now I'm wishing
for my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson,
but, now, I've got to worry
cause boy you still look pretty
to me,
but, I've got a place to go.
I've got a ticket to your late show.
And now I'm worrying cuase even still
you sure are pretty
when you're putting the damage,
yes,
when you're putting the damage,
you're just so pretty.
When you're putting the damage on....