Tekstovi: Tori Amos. Boys For Pele. Professional Widow.

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Slag pit, stag shit, oh honey, bring it close to my lips, yes.
Don't blow those brains yet, we gotta be big boy, we gotta be big, heh.
Starfucker, just like my Daddy, yes. Starfucker, just like my Daddy, yes.
Selling his baby, yes, just like my Daddy, yes.
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel like a Congressman.
Run'in in a family, hoh, it's run'in a family... oh... heh, hoh.

Rest your shoulders, Peaches and Cream.
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see.
Beautiful angel calling...
"We got every re-run of Muhammad Ali."


Prism perfect, oh honey, bring it close to your lips, yes.
What is termed a landslide of principle proportion, boy.
It's gotta be big, I said, it better be big, hey, hey.
Starfucker, just like my Daddy, yes. Starfucker, just like my Daddy, yes.
Selling his baby, yes, just your Daddy, yes, selling his baby.
I'm gonna strike a deal, make him feel like a Congressman.
It's run'in in a family, hoh, it's run in a family, hey.
It's run'in in a family, hey baby, it's run'in a family... eh... ya...


Mother Mary, china whi-te. Brown may be swe-eter, may be swe-eter.
Mother Mary, china whi-te. Brown may be swe-eter.
She will supply, she will supply, she will supply, she will supply, supply, supply.
Give me peace, love, peace, love.
Give me peace, love and a hard cock.