Putting The Damage On - Reconditioned Version

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