"Pale"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
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
'Til
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
better bring your fucking knife
'Til 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
