Fiona Apple, Blake Mills - Don't Get Rid of It (You’d Look Good In It) lyrics
[Fiona Apple, Blake Mills - Don't Get Rid of It You’d Look Good In It lyrics]
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies take it easy
When he leaves me please be my guest
To whatever I might have left
In his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes
There's a dress in the closet
Don't get rid of it you'd look good in it
I didn't fit in it it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of
Another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note
One line that said:
"I don't know how I'm coming across
But, I'm really trying" she was very kind
Oh, take a closer look from a few steps back
See all that is that which
Is comprised of you that which I love you
Cause fuck you, I love you
Make a place for me
Beneath the rain cloud balloon above you
It'd be insane to make comparisons
It would be insane to engage
In competition with me
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies take it easy
When he leaves me please be my guest
To whatever I might have left
In his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes
There's a dress in the closet
Don't get rid of it you'd look good in it
I didn't fit in it it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of
Another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note
One line that said:
"I don't know how I'm coming across
But, I'm really trying" she was very kind
Oh, take a closer look from a few steps back
See all that is that which
Is comprised of you that which I love you
Cause fuck you, I love you
Make a place for me
Beneath the rain cloud balloon above you
It'd be insane to make comparisons
It would be insane to engage
In competition with me
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effects
Of the parallax view
And the figure and the form
And the revolving door
That keeps turning out more and more
Good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through