Tori Amos

Had a northern Lad
not exactly had
he moved like the sunset, god who painted that
first he loved my accent
how his knees could bent
I thought we'd be okay
me and my molasses
but I feel something is wrong
but I feel this cake just isn't done
and don't say that you don't
you don't show much these days
it get's so fuckin cold
I loved his secret places
but I can't go anymore