Precious Things

Текст песни TORI AMOS - Precious Things <br/> So I ran faster but it caught me here. <br />Yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle in the seventh grade, <br />Running after Billy, running after the rain. <br /><br />There precious things, let them bleed, let them wash away. <br />These precious things, let them break their hold on me. Ayah... <br /><br />( )<br />He said you&#039;re really an ugly girl, but I like the way you play. <br />And I died. But I thanked him. Can you believe that sick, sick, <br />Holding onto his picture dressing up every day. <br />I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys, those Christian boys. <br />So you can make me cum, that doesn&#039;t make you Jesus. <br /><br /><br />These precious things, let them bleed, let them wash away. <br />These precious things, let them break their hold on me. Ay... <br /><br /><br />I remember, yes, in my peach party dress. <br />No one dared, no one cared to tell me, <br />Where the pretty girls are, those demigods, <br />With their nine-inch nails, and little fascist panties, <br />Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl. <br /><br /><br />These precious things, let them bleed, let them wash away. <br />These precious things, let them break, let them wash away. <br />These, these precious things, let them bleed now, let them wash away. <br />These, these precious things, let them break their hold on me. <br />Ayauh... precious... precious... <br />