Текст песни Tori Amos - Blood Roses
Tori Amos - Blood Roses слова песни
Blood roses, blood rosesBack on the street nowCan`t forget the things you never saidOn days like this gets me thinking whenChickens get a piece of your meatChickens get a piece of your meatYou gave him your bloodAnd your warm little diamondHe likes killing you after you`re deadYou think I`m a queerI think you`re a queerI think you`re a queerI said I think you`re a queerAnd I shaved every place where you beenI shaved every place where you beenGod knows I know I`ve thrown away those gracesThe belle of New OrleansTired to show me once how to tangoWrapped around your feetWrapped around like good little rosesBlood roses, blood rosesBack on the street nowYou`ve cut out the fluteFrom the throat of the loonAt least when you cry nowHe can`t even hear youWhen chickens get a taste of your meatWhen he sucks you deepSometimes you`re nothing but meat