Pale

Before I go to you I never wash my neck

'Cause when the music starts it goes straight to your head

And I break out in pale

I break out in pale

You better bring your fork and knife

'Till we see eye to eye

'Cause I'd rather stuff your face than hear another lie

Learn to sit still, learn to stay

I'm as hopped-up with the up and down as you're slow on the uptake

Under the words is what you heard

Wait right here for me's exactly what he said

'Course I'm too busy sitting down

There are fishes that are stronger than my legs

Can't wait to drown

You'd better bring your fucking knife

'Till we see eye to eye

'Cause I'd rather cut your buttons off than be caught in a lie

Before I come to you I never wash my lips

'Cause when the music starts it goes straight to my hips

And I break out in pale, I break out in pale

Kristin Hersh Pale