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Putting the Damage On（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 see 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

Yes, when you're putting the damage

on we Take it high, high, hig

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

When you're putting the damage
on we Take it high, high, high
High, high, high

trying not to move
It's just your ghost passing through

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 yours can, to do to me, soon

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
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, and you so pretty

When you're putting the damage on

when you're putting the damage on

when you're putting the damage on

You're just so pretty

When you're putting the damage on