Get Under It

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, now that you’ve gone on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, hang up the phone, move on
'cause time is a battle for you bad girl
The dress isn’t flattering you
When you drown it like you do
You expect me to approve but I just won’t
And you say I won’t let you choose, but I do
But now in growing away, well you lose
You dissect and it breaks through
A little bit crawls inside of you
Well I can wait no more
Arouse me to ultra-maroon
You wrinkled old moon
The devil inside
Is never surprised
It’s always on top of matters at hand
A broken old man
A ragged old bear
What’s really out there?
Get under it