The power of orange knickers Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know
Can somebody tell me now
Who is this terrorist
Those girls that smile kindly
Then rip you life to pieces
Can somebody tell me now
Am I alone with this
This little pill in my hand
And with this secret
Kiss
Am I alone in this? A
A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For that latest drink
As that transitioning
Can somebody tell me now
Who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand
That keeps the pain living
Can somebody tell me now
The way out of this
That sacred pot of red stuff
Could blow me out of this
Kiss
Am I alone in this
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know
Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you've had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think
That I would be the one
Can somebody tell me now
Who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand
Or this secret
Kiss
Am I alone in this
Kiss
Who the heck writes a song that consists of just one line? I mean who has the audacity to do that? Ooo maybe an orange-haired feline of a singer, hence her choice of knicker-color. Which means if I wrote a similar song, it would be titled 'The Power of Black Grandmother Shorts'. What? Hey don't diss my grandma.
Anyways, yes, just one line. What the heck? Oh, what was that you said? What? Shit, no kidding? More than a few paragraphs? I could've sworn there is nothing after the word 'knickers'. It's hard to notice anything after you've found one. Peace!
Tori Amos - The Power of Orange Knickers (from The Beekeeper)
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