Putting the Damage On
Glue, stuck to my shoesDoes anyone know why?You play with an orange rindYou say, you packed my thingsAnd divided, what was mineYou're off to the mountain topI see her skinny legs could use sunBut now I'm wishin' for my best impression
Of my best, Angie DickinsonBut now I've got to worry'Cause boy you still look prettyWhen you're putting the damageYes, when you're putting the damage onTake it high, high, high
Don't make me scratch on your doorI never left you for a banjoI only just turned aroundFor a poodle and a Corvette and my impression
Of my best Angie DickinsonBut now I've got to worry'Cause boy you still look prettyWhen you're putting the damage on, prettyWhen you're putting the damage onTake it high, high, highHigh, high, high
I'm trying not to moveIt's just your ghost passing throughI said, "I'm trying not to moveIt's just your ghost passing throughIt's just your ghost passing throughAnd now I'm quite sure"
There's a light in your platoonI never seen a light moveLike yours can, to do to me, loveNow I'm wishin' for my best impression
Of my best Angie DickinsonBut now I've got to worry'Cause boy you still look prettyTo me but I've got a place to goI've got a ticket to your late show
And now I've got to worry'Cause even still you sure are prettyWhen you're putting the damageYes, when you're putting the damage onYou're just so prettyWhen you're putting the damage on