Lletres: Tori Amos. Sister Named Desire.

Got a sister named Desire.
They don't let you light those little boys by their house,
On the backhand swing, yes. I know a vicar who coughs a lot.
Thought we told some little sweet stories in the parking lot.
They say the girl lost her sway.
They say the girl lost her sway on that day.
Mmmhm... mmmhmhmmm...

God, I'd like to drag him for a long way,
'Cause maybe I- then I'd just cry a little tear near him,
To that sleepy safe place. And I'm gonna take it by myself if I've got to go.
Don't let you- let you know... where she goes to...
With those, me as I interfere.
The girl lost her sway.
They say that girl lost her sway that day. Mmm...


Teach me about them old- old worlds, big brother man,
In an elevator where somebody can get out without the sound...
They say that girl lost her sway. Just watch it,
I. Yes. I see, just see, 'cause she still can swing.
Nu nu na na na no. Na na na na na...