Tori Amos - Precious Things lyrics

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 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 But I thanked him Can you believe that sick Holding onto his picture Dressing up everyday I wanna smash the faces Of those beautiful boys Those Christian boys So you can make my cum That doesn't make you Jesus These precious things Let them bleed, let them wash away These 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 facist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl These precious things Let them bleed, let them wash away These precious things Let them break their hold over me