Lletres: Tori Amos. Not The Red Baron.
Not the Red Baron. Not Charlie Brown.
Think I've got the message figured.
Another pilot down.
And are there devils with halos in beautiful capes,
Taking them into the flames, taking them into the flames?
Not Judy G. Not Jean, Jean, Jean with a hallowed heart.
I see that screen go down in the flames,
With every step with every beautiful heel pointed...
Hey... said, not the Red Baron, I'm sure.
Not Charlie's wonderful dog.
Not anyone I really know- just another pilot down.
Maybe I'll just sing him a last little sound.
Many there know some girls with red ribbons,
The prettiest red ribbons.
Think I've got the message figured.
Another pilot down.
And are there devils with halos in beautiful capes,
Taking them into the flames, taking them into the flames?
Not Judy G. Not Jean, Jean, Jean with a hallowed heart.
I see that screen go down in the flames,
With every step with every beautiful heel pointed...
Hey... said, not the Red Baron, I'm sure.
Not Charlie's wonderful dog.
Not anyone I really know- just another pilot down.
Maybe I'll just sing him a last little sound.
Many there know some girls with red ribbons,
The prettiest red ribbons.
Amos, Tori
Amos, Tori