Precious by 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 girl....

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