Lyrics Rack of His - Fiona Apple

Rack of His

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 attention
And it wasn’t because I was bored
It was because I was 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
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-coups
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
Oh well, that’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, oh)
(Try to drum, I try to write, oh)
(Meanwhile I’m loving you so much)
(Meanwhile I’m loving you so much)
(Meanwhile I’m loving you so much)