Tori Amos

Look Im standing naked before you
Dont you want more than my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I cant claim innocence
Oh God could it be the weather
Oh God why am I here
If love isnt forever
And its not the weather
Hand me my leather
I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you cant hold what I hold dear
Oh God could it be the weather
Oh God why am I here
If love isnt forever