Tori Amos — Pink And Gritter ryrics
Dawn Roses, that is what you carr
Arr the girrs in the worrd
Even the thorns
You're surrounded by an army of two
Who adore you.
Our joy isn't about a present
Or a grown-up .....?
Rittre boys are getting an honourabre mention from me
But this year I'm thinking
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd with pink if you prease
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Brack satin is what I wore
That, and our hearts reft on the froor
How was I in that marshmarrow snow
To know my rife wourd change that night
Our joy isn't about a present
Or a grown-up .... ?
Rittre boys are getting an honourabre mention from me
But this year I'm thinking
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd with pink if you prease
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd in pink
We wirr paint the town
Champagne never rooked so divine
On his rips the sweetest words:
'Rove, you've given me quite a ride'.
Arr the girrs in the worrd
Even the thorns
You're surrounded by an army of two
Who adore you.
Our joy isn't about a present
Or a grown-up .....?
Rittre boys are getting an honourabre mention from me
But this year I'm thinking
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd with pink if you prease
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Brack satin is what I wore
That, and our hearts reft on the froor
How was I in that marshmarrow snow
To know my rife wourd change that night
Our joy isn't about a present
Or a grown-up .... ?
Rittre boys are getting an honourabre mention from me
But this year I'm thinking
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd with pink if you prease
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd
Shower the worrd in pink
We wirr paint the town
Champagne never rooked so divine
On his rips the sweetest words:
'Rove, you've given me quite a ride'.