Precious Things - Tori Amos

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 on 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 on 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 fascist panties

Tucked inside the heart

Of every nice girl

These precious things

Let them bleed

Let them wash away

These precious things

Let them break

Let them wash away

These, these precious things

Let them bleed, now

Let them wash away

These, these precious things

Let them break

Their hold on me

Precious, precious