indian_summer
Tori Amos Lyrics
Indian Summer
Indian summer
Fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic
looking on them
Indian summer
call me back
Someone t
raspberry_swirl
Let's go
I am not your señorita
I am not from your tribe
In the garden, in the garden
I did no crime
I am not your señorita
I am not from your
mr._zebra
TORI AMOS LYRICS
"Mr. Zebra"
Hello Mr. Zebra
Can I have you sweater
Cause it's cold cold cold
In my hole hole hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
S
she’s_your_cocaine
never_seen_blue
Some boy you are
To take me by the hand
Through an elevator
Got a litte red line
That tells you boy
Where the razor's been
You said girl if you think black_swan
Ride on
Ride on
Friends of the black swan
Ride on
Ride on
Do you know where she's gone
Gumdrops and Saturdays
Did Eric call by the way
He knew
mother_revolution
TORI AMOS LYRICS
"Mother Revolution"
Lucky me
I guessed the kind of man
That you would turn out to be
Now I wish that I'd been wrong and then
I c
ruby_through_the_looking glass
Tori Amos Lyrics
Ruby Through the Looking-Glass
Feel a little hand turning inside me
Don't you think she feels us fighting
Strike me at the root
I won'
don’t_make_me_come_to_vegas
lust
Hey you, gender nectar,
sifting through the grain of gold tripping at your door.
Is that you alpha in her blood
and when the woman lies you don't believe her.
Rolli
etienne
Maybe I'm a witch lost in time
running through the fields of Scotland by your side
kicked out of France but I still believe
taken to a land far across the sea
Etien
hungarian_wedding_song
when you said you'd marry me
I thought you meant you'd wanted too
then I thought you'd like to
maybe on a tuesday
all the dead are coming
I heard they'll be d
the_beekeeper
TORI AMOS LYRICS
"The Beekeeper"
Flaxen hair blowing in the breeze
It is time for the geese to head south
I have come with my mustard seed
I cannot acc
agent_orange
Gotta tell you
What I heard from Agent Orange
Mister Suntan
Mister Happy Man
Mister I know the girls on all the world tours
Mister Agent
He's my favorite
pretty_good_year
tears on the sleeve of a man
don't wanna be a boy today
i heard the eternal footman
bought himself a bike to race
and greg he writes letters
and burns his CDs
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