Precious Things
Tori Amos - 《Gold Dust》
Like my ankle in the seventh grade
Let them bleed let them wash away
Let them break their hold over me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
Can you believe that sick
So if you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
Let them bleed let them wash away
Let them break their hold over me
No one dared no one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
With their nine-inch nails
And little facist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
Let them bleed let them wash away
Let them break let them wash away
Let them bleed now let them wash away