Rack of His

Fiona Apple

I gave you pictures and cards on non-holidays
And it wasn′t because I was bored
I followed you from room to room, with no attentionAnd it wasn't because I was bored

It was because I was loving you so much
That′s the only reason I gave my time to you
And that's it, that's the kick in you giving up
′Cause you know you won′t like it
When there's nothing to do

Check out that rack of his
Look at that row of guitar necks
Lined up like eager fillies
Outstretched like legs of Rockettes
They don′t know what they are in for
And they don't care, but I do
I thought you would wail on me
Like you wail on them
But it was just a coochie-coo-coup

And meanwhile, I′m loving you so much
It's the only reason I gave my time to you
And that′s it, that's the kick in you giving up
'Cause you know you won′t like it
When there′s nothing to do

Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
That′s the only reason that I gave my time to you
And that's it, that′s the kick in you giving up
'Cause you know you don′t like it
When there's nothing to do

And I've been used so many times
I′ve learned to use myself in kind
I try to drum, I try to write
I can′t do either well, but alright, it's fine, I guess
′Cause I know how to spend my time

I know how to spend my time
I know how to spend my time
I know how to spend my time

Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
Meanwhile, I′m loving you so much
Meanwhile, I'm loving you so much
Meanwhile, I′m loving you so much