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 thing