Teksty: Tori Amos. Putting The Damage On.

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 wishin' 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, yes.
When you're putting the damage on.
Take it I, hi, and why hi-hi.


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, pretty.
When you're putting the damage on.
Take it I, hi, and I, yi, heh an I ,hi, and hi...


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 your's 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'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...