Songtext Untouchable face von Ani Difranco

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Dilate

1996

Untouchable face

Think I'm going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don't want nobody to follow me
'Cept maybe you
I could make you happy you know
If you weren't already
I could do a lot of things
And I do

Tell you the truth I prefer
The worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She's not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but
You're perfect together

So fuck you
And your untouchable face
And fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
Bet you can't even tell me that much

Two-thirty in the morning
And my gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon
Rubbing elbows with the moon
A safe haven of sleepless
Where the deep fryer's always on
Radio is counting down
The top 20 country songs
And out on the porch the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
Y'know, I don't look forward
To seeing you again soon
You'll look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far far away
And I won't know what to do
And I won't know what to say

Except fuck you...

I see you and i'm so perplexed
What was I thinking
What will I think of next
Where can I hide
In the back room there's a lamp
That hangs over the pool table
And when the fan is on it swings
Gently side to side
There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see orion and say nothing
The only thing I can think of saying is fuck you...

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Tell you the truth I prefer 
The worst of you 
Too bad you had to have a better half 
She's not really my type 
But I think you two are forever 
And I hate to say it but 
You're perfect together

So fuck you 
And your untouchable face 
And fuck you 
For existing in the first place 
And who am I 
That I should be vying for your touch 
And who am I 
Bet you can't even tell me that much

Two-thirty in the morning 
And my gas tank will be empty soon 
Neon sign on the horizon 
Rubbing elbows with the moon 
A safe haven of sleepless 
Where the deep fryer's always on 
Radio is counting down 
The top 20 country songs 
And out on the porch the fly strip is 
Waving like a flag in the wind 
Y'know, I don't look forward 
To seeing you again soon 
You'll look like a photograph of yourself 
Taken from far far away 
And I won't know what to do 
And I won't know what to say

Except fuck you...

I see you and i'm so perplexed 
What was I thinking 
What will I think of next 
Where can I hide 
In the back room there's a lamp 
That hangs over the pool table 
And when the fan is on it swings 
Gently side to side 
There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing 
I see orion and say nothing 
The only thing I can think of saying is fuck you...