Hey Jupiter

No one's picking up the phone

Guess it's me and me

And this little masochist

She's ready to confess

All the things that I never thought

That she could feel and

Hey Jupiter

Nothing's been the same

So are you gay

Are you blue

Thought we both could use a friend

To run to

And I thought I wouldn't have to be

With you something new

Sometimes I breathe you in

And I know you know

And sometimes you take a swim

Found your writing on my wall

If my heart's soaking wet

Boy your boots could leave a mess

Hey Jupiter

Nothing's been the same

So are you gay

Are you blue

Thought we both could use a friend

To run to

And I thought you wouldn't have to keep

With me

Hiding

Thought I knew myself so well

All the dolls I had

Took my leather off the shelf

Your apocalypse was fab

For a girl who couldn't choose between

The shower or the bath

And I thought I wouldn't have to be

With you

A magazine

No one's picking up the phone

Guess it's clear he's gone

And this little masochist

Is lifting up her dress

Guess I thought I could never feel

The things I feel

Hey Jupiter

Nothing's been the same

So are you gay

Are you blue

Thought we both could use a friend

To run to

Hey Jupiter

Nothing's been the same

So are you safe

Now we're through

Thought we both could use a friend

To run to

Hey Jupiter

Putting The Damage On

Glue

Stuck to my shoe

Does anyone know why you play with an orange rind

You say you packed my things

And divided what was mine

You're off to the mountain top

I say her skinny legs could use sun

But now I'm wishing

For my best impression

Of my best Angie Dickinson

But now I've got to worry

Cause boy you still look pretty

When you're putting the damage on

Don't make me sratch on your door

I never left you for a banjo

I only just turned around

For a poodle and a corvette

And my impression

Of my best Angie Dickinson

But now I've got to worry

Cause boy you still look pretty

When you're putting the damage on

I'm trying not to move

It's just your ghost passing through

I said I'm trying not to move

It's just your ghost passing through

It's just your ghost

Passing through

And now I'm quite sure

There's a light in your platoon

I've never seen a light move

Like yours can do to me

So now I'm wishing

For my best impression

Of my best Angie Dickinson

But now I've got to worry

Cause boy you still look pretty

To me

But I've got a place to go

I've got a ticket to your late show

And now I'm worrying cause even still

You sure are pretty

When you're putting the damage on

Yes

When you're putting the damage on

You're just so pretty

When you're putting the damage on