Text: Liz Phair. Exile In Guyville. Glory.

He's got a really big tongue
It rolls way out
Snaking around in the club
It slicks you down

Scratching his face like a bum
He pulls you back
Circa, nineteen eighty-one
He pulls you back

You are, you are shining some glory
You are shining some glory on me, on me

You are, you are shining some glory
You are, you are shining some glory on me