Text: Tori Amos. From The Choirgirl Hotel. She's Your Cocaine.

She's your cocaine
She's got you shaving your legs
You can suck anything
But you know you wanna be messy

Put on your make-up, boy
You're your favorite stranger
And we all like to watch
So shimmy once and do it again

Bring your sister, bring your sister
If you can't handle it
Bring your sister, bring your sister
If you can't handle it

She says, "Control it"
Then she says, "Don't control it"
Then she says, "You're controlling"
The way she makes you crawl is

She's your cocaine
Your exodus laughin'
She knows what you are
Shimmy once and do it again

Bring your sister, bring your sister
If you can't handle it
Bring your sister, bring your sister
If you can't handle it

If you want me to, boy
I could lie to you
You don't need one of these
To let me inside of you

And is it true, that devils end up like you
Something safe, for the picture frame
And is it true, that devils end up like you
So tied up, you don't know how she came and said

And she's your cocaine
She's got you shaving your legs
Got you licking my back
Got me takin' it in, getting mine back

Lasting mine evil, taking my easel
And I'm writing good checks
Says sign 'Prince of Darkness'
Try 'Squire of Dimness'

Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this
Please don't help me with this, no

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