Tori Amos lyrics
Tori Amos lyrics
"Snow Cherries From France lyrics"
I'm Diggin' It lyrics
(Daryl Burgess/Michelle McCord)Can't eat,can't sleepAll I do is think about youHold on,what's this feelin'That's my heart your
(Daryl Burgess/Michelle McCord)Can't eat,can't sleepAll I do is think about youHold on,what's this feelin'That's my heart your
I knew a boy who would
Not share his bike
Oh but he let me go sailing
I swore that I
Could survive any storm
Oh then he let me go
"Can you launch rockets from here?"
Boy I've done it for years
Right over my head
And when I promised my hand
He promised m
A Cross And A Girl Named Blessed lyrics
She wears her butterfly on her wrist But she might as well cut it's head off She's holding different weapons to kill the ghost inside
e backShe wears her butterfly on her wrist But she might as well cut it's head off She's holding different weapons to kill the ghost inside
Snow Cherries from France
All that summer
We traveled the world
Never leaving his own bck garden
Girls I didn't know
Just what it could be
Oh but he let me go sailing
You question me
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord do you mean like your mood swings
My Goddess lyrics
My Goddess I was knee deep in a sick love I was cross eyed under your drug Schizo savior, mad messiah Fatal worship you inspiredInvaders and Traders with
The best intentions
May convince you to go
"They look like pirates from here"
Boy I've been one for years
Just keeping my head
And when I promised my head
You promised me back
Snow Cherries from France
All that summer
We traveled the world
Never leaving his own bck garden
Girls I didn't know
Just what it could be
Oh but he let me go sailing
And then one day he said
"Girl it's been nice,
Oh but I have to go sailing"
With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go
My Goddess I was knee deep in a sick love I was cross eyed under your drug Schizo savior, mad messiah Fatal worship you inspired
The best intentions
May convince you to go
"They look like pirates from here"
Boy I've been one for years
Just keeping my head
And when I promised my head
You promised me back
Snow Cherries from France
All that summer
We traveled the world
Never leaving his own bck garden
Girls I didn't know
Just what it could be
Oh but he let me go sailing
And then one day he said
"Girl it's been nice,
Oh but I have to go sailing"
With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go