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, there's a kick and you've given 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-coo And meanwhile I'm loving you so much It's the only reason I gave my time to you And that's it, there's a kick and you've given up 'Cause you know you won't like it When there's nothing to do Meanwhile I'm loving you so much It's the only reason That I gave my time to you And that's it, there's a kick and you've given 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 tried to drum I tried to write I can't do Orville, 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) (I know how to spend my time) (And 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) (Meanwhile I'm loving you so much) --- Rack of His - Fiona Apple