Tori Amos - Putting The Damage On lyrics

Glue stuck to my shoes

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 on

When you're putting the damage on

Take it high, high, high

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

When you're putting the damage on

Take it high, high, high

High, high, high

I'm trying not to move

It's just you 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 you platoon

I never seen a light move

Like yours can do to me, love

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've got to worry

'Cause even still you sure are pretty

When you're putting the damage

Yes, when you're putting the damage on

You're just so pretty

When you're putting the damage on