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 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'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 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