Every finger in the room was pointing at me, I wanna spit In their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach
5 a.m. Friday morning, Thursday night Far from sleep I'm still up and drivin' Can't go home obviously So I'll just change direction 'Cause they'll soon
In my peach party dress No one dared, no one cared to tell me Where the pretty girls are, those demigods With their nine-inch nails And little fascist
Excuse me, but can I be you for awhile? My dog won't bite if you sit real still I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again Yeah, I can hear
All the world just stopped now So you say you don't wanna stay together anymore Let me take a deep breath, babe If you need me, me and Neil'll be hangin
Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens Wipe my nose, get my new boots on I get a little warm in my heart When I think of winter I put my hand in my father
China all the way to New York I can feel the distance getting close You're right next to me but I need an airplane I can feel the distance as you breathe
I hate and I hate Elevator music The way we fight The way I'm left here silent Oh, these little earthquakes Here we go again Oh, these little earthquakes
Go, go, go, go now Out of the nest, it's time Go, go, go now Circus girl without a safety net Here, here now don't cry You raised your hand for assignment
From in the shadow she calls And in the shadow she finds a way Finds a way And in the shadow she crawls Clutching her faded photograph My image under
Look I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more than my sex I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh God, could it
phantom And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel They'll be my ticket to the universal opera There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand And then those seven little
ic, the way we fight, the way I'm left here silent... Ooh... these little earthquakes, here... we go again. Ooh... who... these little earthquakes, Doesn
Traducere: Tori Amos. Cutremurele Little.
: Excuse me, but can I be you for a while? My dog won't bite if you sit real still. I got the Anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again. Yeah, I
in my peach party dress. No one dared, no one cared to tell me, Where the pretty girls are, those demigods, With their nine-inch nails, and little fascist
