Precious Things Lyrics
| Song | Precious Things |
| Artist | Tori Amos |
| Album | Legs and Boots: Fort Myers, FL |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Tori Amos Music：Tori Amos | |
| 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 | |
| sick | |
| holding on to 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 demi-gods.... | |
| With their nine-inch-nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart | |
| of every nice girrrrrrrl.... | |
| These precious things | |
| Let them bleed | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These precious things | |
| Let them break | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These these precious things | |
| Let them bleed now | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These these precious things | |
| Let them break their hold over me | |
| Precious | |
| Precious |
| Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
| 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 | |
| sick | |
| holding on to 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 nineinchnails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart | |
| of every nice girrrrrrrl.... | |
| These precious things | |
| Let them bleed | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These precious things | |
| Let them break | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These these precious things | |
| Let them bleed now | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These these precious things | |
| Let them break their hold over me | |
| Precious | |
| Precious |
| Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
| 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 | |
| sick | |
| holding on to 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 nineinchnails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart | |
| of every nice girrrrrrrl.... | |
| These precious things | |
| Let them bleed | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These precious things | |
| Let them break | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These these precious things | |
| Let them bleed now | |
| Let them wash away | |
| These these precious things | |
| Let them break their hold over me | |
| Precious | |
| Precious |
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