Hand me a trick and a kick and your message You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole Then thought that I could decipher your message There's no one here dear, No one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time, This time, Maybe you never learned to take, And if I'm hanging on to your shade, I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And southern men can grow gold, Can grow purty, Blood can be purty like a delicate man, Copper to steel, To a hinge that is faltered, That lets you in, lets you in , lets you in, Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night, You are a sun now, With your very own devoted satellite, Happy for you and I am, Sure that I hate you. Two sons too many, Too many able fires.
And if I'm wasting all your time, This time, I guess you never learned to take, And if I'm hanging on to your shade, I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Compositor: M Ellen Amos (Tori Amos) (ASCAP)Editor: Amos Mara Ellen (ASCAP)Administração: Dtcm Ave (ASCAP)Publicado em 2006 (04/Jul) e lançado em 1996ECAD verificado obra #25927995 e fonograma #1096584 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM