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

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’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’m worrying ‘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