Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Robert Pollard
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, now that you've gone on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, hang up the phone, move on
'cause time is a battle for you bad girl
The dress isn't flattering you
When you drown 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, well you lose
You dissect and it breaks through
A little bit crawls inside of you
Well I can 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
Get Under It was written by Robert Pollard.