Precious Things
Tori AmosVersion1
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So I ran faster, but it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle, in the seventh grade
Running after Billy, running after, the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These, I said oh precious things
Let them break, their hold over, me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way, you play
And I died, I died
But I thanked him, can you believe that, sick
Holding up to his picture, dressing up, everyday
I wanna smash the faces, of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys, beautiful boys
I said, christian boys, beautiful boys
I said, Christian boys
So you can make me cum that doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These, I said oh precious things
Let them break, their hold over, me
I remember, yes
In my peach, party dress
No one dared, no one cared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With Their Nine-Inch Nails And Little Fascist Panties Tucked Inside The Heart Of Every Nice
Girl
I can't let you let you go, ah yes
Precious, precious, things..
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Readable chord sheet for Precious Things by Tori Amos
[Bm] [G7] [A] So I ran [Bm]faster, but it caught me here [G7]Yes my loyalties[A] turned Like my [Bm]ankle, in the seventh grade Running after [G7]Billy, running afte[A]r, the rain [Em]These [A]preciou[Bm]s things L[D]et them [G]bleed [A]Let them wash away [Em]These,[A] I said oh [Bm]precious things L[D]et them [G]break, their [A]hold over,[Bm] me [G7] [A] He said you're really an[Bm] ugly girl But I like the way, yo[G7]u play And I d[A]ied, I died But I th[Bm]anked him, can you believe that, sick Holding up to[G7] his picture, dressing up[A], everyday I wanna smash th[Bm]e faces, of those beautiful boys Those ch[G7]ristian boys, beauti[A]ful boys I said, ch[Bm]ristian boys, beautiful boys I said, [G7]Christian boys So you can [A]make me cum that doesn't make you [E7]Jesus [Em]These [A]preciou[Bm]s things L[D]et them [G]bleed [A]Let them wash away [Em]These,[A] I said oh [Bm]precious things L[D]et them [G]break, their [A]hold over,[Bm] me [G7] [A] [Bm] [G7]I remember,[A] yes [Bm]In my peach, party dress [G7]No one dared[A], no one cared to tell [Bm]me Where the pretty girls [G7]are Those [A]demigods [A]With Their Nine-Inch Nails And Little Fascist Panties Tucked Inside The Heart Of Every Nice [E7]Girl [Bm] [G7] [A] [Bm]I can't let you let you go, ah yes P[G7]recious, pr[A]ecious, things..