Putting the Damage on Songtext

von Tori Amos

Glue stuck to my shoes
Does anyone know why you play with an orange rind
You say you packed my things
And you divided what was mine
You're off to the mountain top
I say her skinny legs could use the 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 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 never seen a light move
Like yours can do to me
So now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Anigie 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've got to worry even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Yes
When you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on