Precious Things – Tori Amos

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 of 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, sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day

I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold of 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 fascist 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
Let them wash away

These, these precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them break
Their hold of me

Precious, precious