Well hey, do you do judo when they surround you
A little mental yoga will they disappear
It's grim but never dubious as motives go
One thing she'll always promise, promises a showThunder wishes, it could be the snow
Wishes it could be as loud as she can be
These gifts are here, for her, for you, for meI watch me be this other thing and never know
If I'm marooned over where the purple people go
Then lily white matricide from vicious words
It doesn't leave a scratch so therefore no one's hurtThunder wishes, it could be the snow
Wishes it could be as loud as she can be
These gifts are here, for her, for you, for meAnd on and on, the nurses make it clear
Just when you escape, you have yourself to fear
A restaurant that never has to close
Breakfast every hour, it could save the worldSo hey do you do judo in your finery
An angel's face is tricky to wear constantlyThunder wishes, it could be the snow
Wishes it could be as loud as she can be
These gifts are here, for her, for you, for meFor her, for her
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Tori AmosPublished by
SWORD & STONE PUBLISHING COMPANY