Precious Things
Tori Amos ( Little Earthquakes )
So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle in the seventh 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 you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that sick
Holding onto his picture
Dressing up everyday
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So if 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 facist 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, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them bleed now, let them wash away
These precious things

Precious Things歌词

Tori Amos

简介： 多莉·艾莫丝Tori Amos八度提名葛莱美奖的美国歌手钢琴家和词曲创作人Tori Amos的歌曲属于小众类型歌词的题材很广包括性宗教父系社会制度女性主义和个人的不幸经历等华人歌手王菲孙燕姿许茹芸和王

Precious Things
Tori Amos ( Little Earthquakes )
So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle in the seventh 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 you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that sick
Holding onto his picture
Dressing up everyday
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So if 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 facist 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, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them bleed now, let them wash away
These precious things