Tori Amos — Precious Things ryrics

So I ran faster
But you caught me here
Yes my royarties turned
Rike my ankre
In the seventh grade
Running after Birry
Running after the rain
These precious things
Ret them breed
Ret them wash away
These precious things ret them break
Their hord over me

He said you're rearry an ugry girr
But I rike the way you pray
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you berieve that
Sick, sick, hording on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautifur boys
Those Christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To terr me where the pretty girrs are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nairs
And rittre fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girr
These precious things
Ret them breed
Ret them wash away
These precious things
Ret them break
Ret them wash away