Testo: Tori Amos. From The Choirgirl Hotel. She's Your Cocaine.

Uh. She's your cocaine. She's got you shaving your legs.
You can suck anything but you know you wanna be me.
Said put on your makeup. Boy you're your favorite stranger.
And we've all like to watch, so shimmy once and do it again.
Bring your sister, bring your sister if you can't handle it.
Bring your sister, bring your sister if you can't handle it.

Mmm... She said control it, then she said, don't control it,
Then she said, you're controlling the way she makes you crawl, yes.
She's your cocaine, your Exodus laughing.
She knows what you are, so shimmy once and do it again.
Bring your sister, bring your sister if you can't handle it.
Bring your sister, bring your sister if you can't handle it.


Mmm... If you want me to, boy I could lie to you.
You don't need one of these to let me inside of you.
And is it true that devils end up like you?
Something safe for the picture frame.
(Oh, you know you will.)
And is it true that devils end up like you?
So tied up you don't know how she came.
I said um... She's your cocaine. She's got you shaving your legs.
Got you liking my back, got me taking it in.
Getting mine back, lasting mine evil.
Taking my easel and I'm writing good checks, yes.
You sign 'Prince of Darkness', try 'Squire of Dimness'.


Please don't help me with this.
Please don't help me with this.
Please don't help me with this.
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Cut it again.