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

I'm trying not to move
It's just you 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 you platoon
I never seen a light move
Like yours can do to me, love
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 
Yes, when you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on