Precious Things

Precious Things By Tori Amos

So I ran faster, but it caught me here Yes my loyalties turned Like my ankle in the 7th grade, running after BILLY running after the rain.

These precious things, let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things, let them break their hold over me

He said "your really an ugly girl, but I like the way you play" and I died But I thanked him, can you believe that sick sick Holding onto his picture, dressing up every day I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys, Those christian boys So you can make me CUM, that doesn't make you Jesus

These precious things, let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things, let them break their hold over me

I remember yes in my peach party dress No one dared, no one cared to tell me where the pretty girls are Those demigods with their NINE-INCH nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl....

These precious things, let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things, let them break their hold over me