Putting the Damage On - Tori Amos

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 Dickenson

But now I’ve got to worry

'Cause boy you still look pretty

When you’re putting the damage on

Yes, 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 Dickenson

But now I’ve got to worry

'Cause boy you still look pretty

When you’re putting the damage on

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 Angie Dickenson

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 on, yes

When you’re putting the damage on, you’re just so pretty

When you’re putting the damage on