Songtext 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
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-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 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