I think I saw you riding in a car,
You looked happy for a woman
Black fingers in your mouth and a white,
And a white pearl choker.
My head plays it over and over,
Don't interrupt me.
I think I saw you reaching for a glass,
With your lanky white arms,
Nothing else moves that way, are you kidding me?
My head plays it over and over,
Don't interrupt me.
All dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I think I saw you walking in the city,
Hips like boy's,
The sun fell behind you and never stood up.
My head plays it over and over.
I think I heard you singing,
'Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Did somebody break your heart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Are you gonna fall apart again?'
My head plays it over and over.
All dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Where have you been?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Did somebody break your heart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Did somebody break your heart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Are you gonna fall apart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Are you gonna fall apart again?
You looked happy for a woman
Black fingers in your mouth and a white,
And a white pearl choker.
My head plays it over and over,
Don't interrupt me.
I think I saw you reaching for a glass,
With your lanky white arms,
Nothing else moves that way, are you kidding me?
My head plays it over and over,
Don't interrupt me.
All dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I think I saw you walking in the city,
Hips like boy's,
The sun fell behind you and never stood up.
My head plays it over and over.
I think I heard you singing,
'Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Did somebody break your heart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Are you gonna fall apart again?'
My head plays it over and over.
All dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Dolled-up in straps, all colored in
Now, love, where have you been?
Where have you been?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Did somebody break your heart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Did somebody break your heart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Are you gonna fall apart again?
Oh poor sky, don't cry on me
Are you gonna fall apart again?
Lyrics submitted by Snowblind, edited by Mellow_Harsher
All Dolled-Up in Straps Lyrics as written by Matthew D. Berninger Bryce Dessner
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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also love the faint electric guitar on chorus, beautiful....
The main character is obsessed with the woman, and may have been stalking her.
There are several clues to the depth of the obsession..he relates several sightings of her and that his "head plays it over and over".
When he throws out "don't interrupt me" several times, it made me think there might be more to the "dolled up in straps / all colored in" phrase.
Perhaps he's insanely jelous and obsessed, and has actually kidnapped her. He then tells her of seeing her several times, admonishes her to not interrupt her. He points out that she is all dolled up in straps, all colored in, and asks where she's been. Perhaps she is bound up with straps, beaten or tortured in some way (all colored in?), while he questions where she has been, and tells her not to interrupt her.
This may be a very dark song indeed!
To distract one’s self from the disconnect of this world and the man she tries to achieve that connection with but who cannot bridge the gap, sadly, still goes out seeking someone who could help fill that gap but is always left with nothing more, thus being perpetually empty, broken hearted and falling apart again.
This and “You’ve Done It Again Virginia” fall very closely in line to this interpretation.
Again, a female trying to interpret a man’s lyrics. But that is the beauty of music is that it means what it means to each of us as an individual.
Probably about accidentally bumping into somebody who used to be dependent of the main character.