Monday, May 11, 2009

Girl by Tori Amos

From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way finds a way
And in the shadow she crawls
Clutching her faded photograph my image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
Yes with a message for my heart
Shes been everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
And in the doorway they stay
And laugh as violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells cant make them go away
Well Im not seventeen but Ive cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree
Shes been everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Everyone elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Rushin rivers thread so thin limitation
Everyone elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue and the drugstores too safe
In their coats anda in their dos yeah
Everyone elses girl maybe one day maybe one day one day one day
Shell be her own
Smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
And in the mist there she rides
And castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning wondering why
Sit in the chair and be good now
And become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room
And Im callin my baby callin my baby callin my baby callin
Everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own
Everybody elses girl maybe one day shell be her own

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