Ani Difranco - Untouchable Face lyrics

Think I'm going for a walk now. I feel a little unsteady. 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. To 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 f** you And your untouchable face f** you For existing in the first place And who am I That I should be vying for your touch Said who am I 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 It's a safe haven of sleepless Where the deep fryer's always on radio is counting down the top twenty country songs And out on the porch the fly strip is waving like a flag in the wind You know I don't look forward to seeing you again 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 f** you And your untouchable face f** you For existing in the first place And who am I That I should be vying for your touch Said who am I I bet you can't even tell me that much 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 sways, gently side to side And 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 f** you And your untouchable face f** you For existing in the first place who am I That I should be vying for your touch Said who am I I bet you can't even tell me that much Said who am I I bet you can't even tell me that much Said who am I Sombody just tell me that much Said who am I Somebody just tell me that much Said who am I Somebody just tell me that much Said who am I Somebody, somebody just tell me that much. . .