โหลดเพลง mp3 Blood Roses - Tori Amos

blood roses - Tori Amos
Blood roses
Blood roses

Back on the street now

Blood roses
Blood roses

Back on the street now

Can't forget the things you never said

On days like these starts me thinking

When chickens get a taste of your meat girl

Chickens get a taste of your meat yes

You gave him you blood
And your warm little diamond

He likes killing 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 place where you been boy

I said I shaved every place 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 Belle of New Orleans tried to show me
Once how to tango
Wrapped around you feet

Wrapped around like good little roses

Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now

Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, Now

Now you've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon

At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you

When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
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