Tori Amos

ah ah ah
ah ah ah
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
can't forget the things you never said
on days like these starts me thinking
when chickens get a taste of your meat girl
chickens get a taste of your meat
yes ah ah ah
you gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
he likes killing you after you're dead
you think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every place where you been boy
said I shaved every place where you been
yes
ah ah ah
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
I know I've thrown away those graces
the Belle of New Orleans tried to show me
once how to tango
wrapped around your feet
wrapped around like good little roses ah ah ah
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
back on the street now
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
back on the street now
you've cut out the flute
from the throat of the loon
at least when you cry now
he can't even hear you
when chickens get a taste of your meat
come on, come on, come on, etc.
when he sucks you deep
yes
sometimes you're nothing but meat