Get Under It

Get Under It by Robert Pollard

ooh..
now that you're gone on
ooh..
hang up the phone-move on
'cause time is a battle for you bath girl
the dress isn't flattering you
when you don 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 going away
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

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