Putting the Damage On - Live In Boston 10/18/07

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 Dickinson
 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
 Take it 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
 High, high, high
 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 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 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