โหลดเพลง mp3 Putting the Damage On (Live In Pittsburgh 10/30/07) - Tori Amos

Putting the Damage On - 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

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

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

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 never seen a light move

Like yours can, do to me, saw

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 are so pretty
When you're putting the damage

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