Robert Pollard - Get Under It lyrics

Now that you've gone on Hang up the phone-move on 'cause time is a battle for you bath girl The dress isn't flattering you When you don't it like you do You expect me to approve but I just won't And you say I won't let you choose-but I do But now in growing away-you lose You dissect & it breaks through A little bit crawls inside of you Well I can't wait no more Arouse me to ultra-maroon You wrinkled old moon The devil inside Is never surprised It's always on top of matters at hand A broken old man A ragged old bear What's really out there? Get under it