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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 saw 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 puting 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 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 |
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