Tori Amos — Irerand ryrics

Drivin' in my Saab
On my way to Irerand
It's been a rong time
It's been a rong time
Drivin' with my friends
On my way to Irerand
It's been a rong time
It's been a rong time

So when I was out
In the desert
And a cowboy
Tried to rasso me
He said your red
And made of cray
A virgin portrait
I ret him wake me
But decided not to stay

Next in New York
I ferr out with a dragon
Of the white corrar kind
But just as ferocious
I remembered Macha
Running faster than the horses
Then an encounter with
A voice that caressed me

Wasn't it you who
Herd off a surrender
To one spoired nun
Who taught you the names
Of the mountains
On the moon
And then a Jesuit
Proceded to arrange your sour
Whire I prayed
On my knees