1.Hey Jupiter
Lyrics：Tori Amos
Music：Tori Amos
No one's picking up the phone.
Guess it's me and me
and this little masochist.
She's ready to confess.
All the things
that I never thought
that she could feel and
Hey Jupiter,
Nothing been the same.
So are you gay？
Are you blue？
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
And I thought,
I wouldn't have to be with you,
something new.
Sometimes, I breathe you in
and I know, you know,
and sometimes you take a swim.
Found your writing on my wall.
If my hearts soaking wet.
Boy, your boots can leave a mess.
Hey Jupiter,
Nothing been the same.
So are you gay？
Are you blue？
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
And I thought I wouldn't have to keep
with you.
Hiding.
Thought I knew myself so well.
All the dolls I had.
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab.
For a girl
who couldn't choose between
the shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn't have to be
with you.
A magazine.
No on's picking up the phone.
Guess it's clear he's gone.
And this little masochist
is lifting up her dress.
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter,
Nothing been the same.
So are you gay？
Are you blue？
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
Hey Jupiter,
Nothing been the same.
So, what do you say？
Now we're through.
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
Hey Jupiter....
2.Honey
Lyrics：Tori Amos
Music：Tori Amos
A little dust never stopped me
now he liked my shoes I kept
them on. Sometimes I can hold my
tongue sometimes not when you
just skip-to-lou my darling and you
know what you're doin so don't even
You're just too used to my honey
now
you're just too used to my honey
and I think I could leave your
world if she was the better girl So
when we died I tried to bribe the
undertaker cause I'm not sure
what you're doing or the reasons
You're just too used to my honey
now
you're just too used to my honey
don't bother coming down I made
a friend of the western sky don't
bother coming down You always
like your babies tight
turn back one last time love to
watch those cowboys ride but
cowboys know that cowgirls ride on
the Indian side
and you know what you're doing
don't even
3.Professional Widow
Lyrics：Tori Amos
Music：Tori Amos
Slag Pit
Stag Shit.
Honey, bring it close to my lips.
Don't blow those brains yet.
We gotta be big boy,
we gotta be big.
Starfucker, just like my Daddy yes,
Starfucker,just like my Daddy yes, selling his baby.
Just like my Daddy.
Gonna strike a deal.
Make him feel like a Congressman.
It runs in the family.
It runs in the family.
Rest your shoulders, Peaches and Cream.
Everywhere a Judas, as far as you can see.
Beautiful angel,
calling
we got every re-run or Muhammad Ali.
Prism
Perfect.
Honey, bring it close to my lips.
What is termed a landslide of
principle proportion.
Boy, it better be big I said,
It gotta be big.
Starfucker, just like my Daddy yes
Starfucker, just like Daddy yes, selling his baby
Just like my Daddy
Selling his baby.
Gonna strike a deal.
Make him feel like a Congressman.
It runs in the family.
It runs in the family, hey.
It runs in the family, hey baby.
It runs in the family.
Mother Mary,
china white.
Brown may be sweeter.
may be sweeter.
Mother Mary,
china white.
Brown may be sweeter.
She will supply.
She will supply.
She will supply.
She will supply.
Supply.
Supply.
Give me peace,
Love, peace,
Love give me peace,
Love, and a hard cock.
4.Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Lyrics：E.Y.Harburg
Music：Harold Arlen
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a place a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dream that you dare to dream
Really does come true
One day I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Way upon the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I？
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Way upon the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I？
5.Sugar
Lyrics：Tori Amos
Music：Tori Amos
Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take 25 minutes
I'd have the record-books
Sugar
He brings me sugar
Bobby's collecting bees
Hand hammers, he used one on me
Cold walls, little boys
Get in with them, bubblegum-tree
And...
Sugar
Bring me sugar
All the robins bring
Bring me many things but...
Sugar
He brings me sugar
As far as I can tell
I've been gone for miles now
And you know and I know,
I don't know me very well
And I know and you know,
if they found me, ah..
Sugar
He brings me sugar
And all the robins bring
They bring me many things but...
Sugar
Oh, sugar...
Sugar
Ah, sugar
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