Tori Amos

Hand me a trick and a Kick in your message You'll never gain wieght from a doughnuthole.
Then thought I could decifer 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 old
can grow pertty
blood can be pertty
like a delicate man
copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
that lets you in lets you in, lets you in

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...

somethings just keeping you numb.

You told me last night you were a sun now with your very own
devoted satilite
happy for you
and I am sure that I hate you
two sons to many too many able fires

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...

Hand me a trick and a Kick in your message
You'll never gain wieght from a doughnuthole.