Holly Palmer

Lickerish Man

Holly Palmer


Raining 
It's pouring 
The old man is scoring 
It's morning 
He says every nerve in his body is alive 
When he's with me 
He says he loves me 
He says everything is separate 
He says I'm beautiful 
And I say, "Who, me?" 
He says he loves me 
He says he's happy 

I feel like a dirty old man
Like a lecher 
Like a polyester uncle's friend who's trying to catch
a glimpse 
Periwinkle polyester 
Lickerish man 
You make me feel like a dirty old man 

Morning 
Oh, he says when he looks down 
And he sees and I'm shiny shining 
Glistening like the dew on the leaf of a pretty,
pretty flower 
That someone ain't stepped on yet 
My baby says that he's happy 
He says everything is separate 
He says he loves me 
And every nerve is alive 

But I feel like a dirty old man 
Like a lecher 
Like a polyester uncle's friend who's trying to catch
a glimpse 
Periwinkle polyester 
Lickerish man 
You make me feel like . . . 
Like a dirty old man 
Like a lecher 
Like a polyester uncle's friend with horn rims 
Polyester periwinkle 
Lickerish man 
You make me feel like a dirty old man 
Scoring