Song | Playboy Mommy - Live "Bootleg" Version-Boston |
Artist | Tori Amos |
Album | B of A Pavilion, Boston, MA 8/21/05 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos | |
In my platforms | |
I hit the floor | |
fell face down | |
didn't help my brain out | |
then the baby came | |
before I found | |
the magic how | |
to keep her happy | |
I never was the fantasy | |
of what you want | |
wanted me to be | |
but don't judge me so harsh little girl | |
so you got a playboy mommy | |
but when you tell them my name | |
you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they'll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but when you tell 'em my name | |
from here to Birmingham | |
I got a few friends | |
I never was there was there when it counts | |
I get my way | |
you're so like me | |
you seemed ashamed | |
ashamed that I was | |
a good friend of American soldiers | |
I'll say it loud here by your grave | |
those angels can't | |
ever take my place | |
Don't judge me so harsh little girl | |
you got a playboy mommy | |
but when you tell 'em my name | |
you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they'll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but you just tell 'em my name | |
you tell 'em my name | |
I got a few friends | |
somewhere where the the orchids grow | |
I can't find those church bells | |
that played when you died | |
played Gloria | |
talkin bout | |
Hosanna | |
don't judge me so harsh little girl | |
you got a playboy mommy | |
come home | |
but when you tell them soldiers my name | |
and cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they'll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but I'll be home I'll be home | |
to take you in my arms |
Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
In my platforms | |
I hit the floor | |
fell face down | |
didn' t help my brain out | |
then the baby came | |
before I found | |
the magic how | |
to keep her happy | |
I never was the fantasy | |
of what you want | |
wanted me to be | |
but don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
so you got a playboy mommy | |
but when you tell them my name | |
you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but when you tell ' em my name | |
from here to Birmingham | |
I got a few friends | |
I never was there was there when it counts | |
I get my way | |
you' re so like me | |
you seemed ashamed | |
ashamed that I was | |
a good friend of American soldiers | |
I' ll say it loud here by your grave | |
those angels can' t | |
ever take my place | |
Don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
you got a playboy mommy | |
but when you tell ' em my name | |
you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but you just tell ' em my name | |
you tell ' em my name | |
I got a few friends | |
somewhere where the the orchids grow | |
I can' t find those church bells | |
that played when you died | |
played Gloria | |
talkin bout | |
Hosanna | |
don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
you got a playboy mommy | |
come home | |
but when you tell them soldiers my name | |
and cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but I' ll be home I' ll be home | |
to take you in my arms |
Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
In my platforms | |
I hit the floor | |
fell face down | |
didn' t help my brain out | |
then the baby came | |
before I found | |
the magic how | |
to keep her happy | |
I never was the fantasy | |
of what you want | |
wanted me to be | |
but don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
so you got a playboy mommy | |
but when you tell them my name | |
you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but when you tell ' em my name | |
from here to Birmingham | |
I got a few friends | |
I never was there was there when it counts | |
I get my way | |
you' re so like me | |
you seemed ashamed | |
ashamed that I was | |
a good friend of American soldiers | |
I' ll say it loud here by your grave | |
those angels can' t | |
ever take my place | |
Don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
you got a playboy mommy | |
but when you tell ' em my name | |
you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but you just tell ' em my name | |
you tell ' em my name | |
I got a few friends | |
somewhere where the the orchids grow | |
I can' t find those church bells | |
that played when you died | |
played Gloria | |
talkin bout | |
Hosanna | |
don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
you got a playboy mommy | |
come home | |
but when you tell them soldiers my name | |
and cross that bridge all on your own | |
little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
cause they know your playboy mommy | |
but I' ll be home I' ll be home | |
to take you in my arms |