Fiona Apple - Don't Get Rid Of It (You'd Look Good In It) lyrics

[Intro] Ruminations on the lumen effect and the parallax view And the figure and the form and the revolving door That keeps turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman to whom I won't get through Ruminations on the lumen effect and the parallax view And the figure and the form and the revolving door That keeps turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman to whom I won't get through [Verse 1] Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Take it easy When he leaves me Please be my guest To whatever I might have left In his kitchen cupboards In the back of his bathroom cabinets Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes There's a dress in the closet Don't get rid of it You'd look good in it I didn't fit in it It was never mine It belonged to the ex-wife of another ex of mine She left it behind with a note One line that said: "I don't know how I'm coming across But I'm really trying" She was very kind [Verse 2: Blake Mills] Oh, [?] Take a closer look from a few steps back See all that is that which is comprised of you That which I love you Cause f** you, I love you Make a place for me Beneath the rain cloud balloon above you It'd be insane to make comparisons It would be insane to engage in competition with me [?] [Outro] Ruminations on the lumen effect and the parallax view And the figure and the form and the revolving door That keeps turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman to whom I won't get through Ruminations on the lumen effect and the parallax view And the figure and the form and the revolving door That keeps turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman to whom I won't get through Ruminations on the lumen effect and the parallax view And the figure and the form and the revolving door That keeps turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman to whom I won't get through Ruminations on the lumen effect and the parallax view And the figure and the form and the revolving door That keeps turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman to whom I won't get through