Tekstovi: Tori Amos. Other. Daisy Dead Petals.

Daisy Dead Petals- that is her name.
She's in a phone-booth phase, so,
Underneath the shade of a peppermint tray,
She can turn it out with a heal on,
She just rides into town, knowing what they'll say,
Knowing they're around the corner.
Got a crack in, got a crack in some strange places...

Daisy Dead Petals- that is her name.
So maybe she tastes like a hamburger maid well,
These dead petals, honey, brought me here."
Hah... she said, "These dead petals, honey, brought me here."


Dancing on a dime, hearing mother cry,
Maybe she's around the corner.
Got a crack in, got a crack in some strange places...
On my back with, on my back with some dirty dishes.


Falling down. Falling down all over the river.
Falling down. Falling down. Falling... down...
Wish what I'm feeling could go on like this forever.
Falling down. Falling down. Falling... down...


And, since we're down, might as well stay,
Might as well fry some eggs.
And wave to the shade of the peppermint tray.
She's a new friend, not a skeleton,
To ride into town, knowing what they'll say,
Knowing she tastes like a hamburger maid, but,
"These dead petals, honey, brought me here."
She said, "These dead petals, honey, brought me here."
Hem... said, "These dead petals, honey, brought me here."