precious things
written and performed by tori amos
from the album Little Earthquakes

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 nine-inch nails and little facist panites tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

these precious things
let them bleed, let them wash away
these precious things
let them break their hold over me