Cruel — текст песни (Tori Amos)

Dance with the Sufis celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain. Nah...

Lover, brother, bogenvilla, my vine twists around your need.

Even the rain is sharp like today as you sh-sh-shock me sane.

No cigarettes only peeled Havana’s for you.

I can be cruel, I don`t know why.

Why can`t my bal-la-loon stay up in a perfectly windy sky?

I can be cruel, I don`t know why, I don`t know why.





Ah... ah ah... ah ah ah ah... ah ah...

Ah... ah ah... oh un oh ah... ah yes...

Ah... ah uh... mm ah ah ah... uh right...

Ah... ah oh... mm oh oh ah... ah- ah... ah.

Ah... ah oh... mm ah ah ah... ah ah... ah.

Ah... ah oh... uh un uh mm heh...





I can be cruel, but I don`t know why.

Can`t my bal-la-loon stay up in a perfectly windy sky?

I can be cruel, don`t know why, don`t know why... why... why...