[00:00.000] 作词 : Tori Amos
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tori Amos
[00:02.000] 制作人 : Eric Rosse/Tori Amos
[00:30.279]So I ran faster
[00:33.123]But it caught me here
[00:37.088]Yes, my loyalties turned
[00:41.628]Like my ankle
[00:44.539]In the seventh grade
[00:47.183]Running after Billy
[00:50.064]Running after the rain
[00:53.719]These precious things
[00:58.861]Let them bleed, let them wash away
[01:05.077]These precious things
[01:10.151]Let them break their hold over me
[01:18.978]I
[01:26.451]He said, you're really an ugly girl
[01:29.907]But I like the way you play
[01:34.818]And I died
[01:37.586]But I thanked him
[01:39.991]Can you believe that?
[01:41.857]A sick, sick, holding on to his picture
[01:46.167]Dressing up every day
[01:48.902]I wanna smash the faces
[01:51.850]Of those beautiful boys
[01:54.530]Those Christian boys
[01:57.378]So a-you can make me cum
[02:00.239]That doesn't make you Jesus
[02:04.084]These precious things
[02:09.103]Let them bleed, let them wash away
[02:15.359]These precious things
[02:20.293]Let them break their hold on me
[02:29.036]I, I remember, yes
[02:37.361]In my peach party dress
[02:43.243]No one dared
[02:46.164]No one cared to tell me
[02:51.563]Where the pretty girls are
[02:56.392]Those demigods
[02:59.994]With their nine inch nails
[03:02.115]And little fascist panties
[03:03.371]Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
[03:17.235]These precious things
[03:22.375]Let them bleed, let them wash away
[03:28.749]These precious things
[03:33.660]Let them break, let them wash away
[03:39.959]These, these precious things
[03:44.858]I let them bleed now, I let them wash away
[03:51.238]These, these precious things
[03:56.131]Let them break their hold on me
[04:04.867]I
[04:18.192]Precious
[04:21.488]Precious

作词 : Tori Amos
作曲 : Tori Amos
制作人 : Eric Rosse/Tori Amos
So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me
I
He said, you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
A sick, sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So a-you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold on me
I, I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break, let them wash away
These, these precious things
I let them bleed now, I let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them break their hold on me
I
Precious
Precious