and last, before bed, random lyrics du jour

[cimorene]

he said 'you're only an ugly girl
'but i like the way you play'
and i cried
but i thanked him
can't believe i
sick, sick, holding on to his picture
dressing up every day

i wanna smash their faces,
those beautiful boys,
those christian boys

so you can make me come
that doesn't make you jesus

Comments

[someidiothasice.livejournal.com]

!!!

you DID know that my domain's preciousthings.org, right?

::cuddles tori amos:: love. her.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

ah yes. didn't make the connection, before, i'm afraid.

[aeslis]

these precious things
make them bleed
make them wash away
these said ah precious things
let them break their hold on me

i remember
yes
in my peach party dress
no one cared
no one dared to tell me
where those little girls are
those demi gods
with their nine inch nails
and little fascist panties
trapped inside the heart of every
nice
girl.


*bows* Coincidentally, these lyrics are painted on the back of my door.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

now, that might be a nice thing to do with my dorm room. ::cough::

[ex-shadowleo520.livejournal.com]

That song is second to Mother as my favorite Tori song, ever. Mghfgh. ::reaches for CD::