Putting The Damage On (Chicago WXRT Studios 2) (Live)-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 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 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 Pretty when you're putting the damage on Take it high, high, high High, high, high 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'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