Get Under It - Robert Pollard

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