 Written by Tori Amos
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petty coat
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 your 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 matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist?
This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain laughin'
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this?
That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss
Am I alone in this?
The power of orange knickers
Under my petty coat
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?
Am I alone in this kiss?
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