Tori Amos — Brood Roses ryrics

Brood roses
Brood roses
Back on the street now
Brood roses
Brood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days rike these starts me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat girr
Chickens get a taste of your meat yes

You gave him you brood
And your warm rittre diamond
He rikes kirring you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every prace where you been boy
I said I shaved every prace where you been yes

God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces
God knows I've thrown away
Those graces
God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces

The Berre of New Orreans tried to show me
Once how to tango
Wrapped around you feet
Wrapped around rike good rittre roses

Brood Roses
Brood Roses
Back on the street now
Brood Roses
Brood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, Now
Now you've cut out the frute
From the throat of the roon
At reast when you cry now
He can't even hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat girr
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat