| Song | Caught A Lite Sneeze |
| Artist | Tori Amos |
| Album | Fade To Red |
| Lyrics：Tori Amos Music：Tori Amos | |
| Caught a lite sneeze. | |
| Caught a lite breeze. | |
| Caught a lightweight lightningseed. | |
| Boys on my left side | |
| Boys on my right side | |
| Boys in the middle | |
| and you're not here. | |
| I need a big loan | |
| From the girl zone. | |
| Building | |
| Tumbling Down | |
| Didn't know our love was | |
| so small. | |
| Couldn't stand at all. | |
| Mr. St. John | |
| just bring your son. | |
| The spire is hot | |
| and my cells can't feed. | |
| And you still got that Belle | |
| dragging your foots. | |
| I'm hiding it well, Sister Ernestine. | |
| But, I still got that Belle | |
| dragging my foots. | |
| Building | |
| Tumbling Down | |
| Didn't know our love was | |
| so small. | |
| Couldn't stand at all. | |
| Mr. St. John | |
| just bring your son. | |
| Right on time, | |
| you get closer and closer. | |
| Called my name. | |
| But there's no way in | |
| use that fame. | |
| Rent your wife and kids today. | |
| Maybe she will | |
| Maybe she will. | |
| Caught a lite sneeze. | |
| Dreamed a little dream | |
| Made my own pretty hate machine. | |
| Boys on my left side. | |
| Boys on my right side. | |
| Boys in the middle. | |
| and you're not here. | |
| Boys in their dresses. | |
| and you're not here. | |
| I need a big loan | |
| from the girl zone. | |
| I need a big loan | |
| from the girl zone. | |
| Building | |
| Tumbling Down | |
| Didn't know our love was | |
| so small. | |
| Couldn't stand at all. | |
| Mr. St. John | |
| just bring your son. |
| Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
| Caught a lite sneeze. | |
| Caught a lite breeze. | |
| Caught a lightweight lightningseed. | |
| Boys on my left side | |
| Boys on my right side | |
| Boys in the middle | |
| and you' re not here. | |
| I need a big loan | |
| From the girl zone. | |
| Building | |
| Tumbling Down | |
| Didn' t know our love was | |
| so small. | |
| Couldn' t stand at all. | |
| Mr. St. John | |
| just bring your son. | |
| The spire is hot | |
| and my cells can' t feed. | |
| And you still got that Belle | |
| dragging your foots. | |
| I' m hiding it well, Sister Ernestine. | |
| But, I still got that Belle | |
| dragging my foots. | |
| Building | |
| Tumbling Down | |
| Didn' t know our love was | |
| so small. | |
| Couldn' t stand at all. | |
| Mr. St. John | |
| just bring your son. | |
| Right on time, | |
| you get closer and closer. | |
| Called my name. | |
| But there' s no way in | |
| use that fame. | |
| Rent your wife and kids today. | |
| Maybe she will | |
| Maybe she will. | |
| Caught a lite sneeze. | |
| Dreamed a little dream | |
| Made my own pretty hate machine. | |
| Boys on my left side. | |
| Boys on my right side. | |
| Boys in the middle. | |
| and you' re not here. | |
| Boys in their dresses. | |
| and you' re not here. | |
| I need a big loan | |
| from the girl zone. | |
| I need a big loan | |
| from the girl zone. | |
| Building | |
| Tumbling Down | |
| Didn' t know our love was | |
| so small. | |
| Couldn' t stand at all. | |
| Mr. St. John | |
| just bring your son. |