Juliana Hatfield - Ten Foot Pole
Touch me with a ten-foot pole
Can you feel my body’s cold?
Look at me through a telescope
Can you see I’m ugly and I’m old
At the other end
Of a broken line
That scratchy voice is mine
Do what you want
I don’t care
Do what you want
I don’t care
Touch me with a ten-foot pole
I’ve got no diseases that I know of
Take a bite out of me then swallow
Wrap me up in plastic and take me home
Oh let me go
You’ve got an evil mind
And I think I’m losing mine
Do what you want
I don’t care
Do what you want
I don’t care
Do what you want
I don’t care
Do what you want
I don’t care
Touch me with a ten-foot pole
Touch me with a ten-foot pole