Tori Amos
Tori Amos - Blood Roses songtekst
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Blood roses, blood roses Back on the street now Blood roses, blood roses Back on the street now Can't forget the things you never said On days like these starts me thinking When chickens get a taste of your meat, girl Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes You gave him you blood and your warm little diamond He likes killing you after you're dead You think I'm a queer, I think you're a queer Said I think you're a queer, I think you're a queer I shaved every place where you've been, boy I said, I shaved every place where you've been, yes God knows, I know, I've thrown away those graces God knows I've thrown away those graces God knows, I know I've thrown away those graces The Belle of New Orleans tried to show me once how to tango 'Round and 'round you feet 'Round and 'round like good little roses Blood roses, blood roses Back on the street now Blood roses, blood roses Back on the street now, now, now Now you've cut out the flute From the throat of the loon At least when you cry now He can't even hear you When chickens get a taste of your meat, girl Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Oh, when he sucks you deep, yes Sometimes you're nothing but meat