Texty:
Amos Tori Strange

things cold Strange little girl, where are you going? Strange little girl, where are you going? Strange little girl, you, I really should, you I really should, you, I really should Strange

Baby your da-da loves you and I'm always gonna be here for you No matter what happened you're all I got in this world I'd never give you up for nothin

Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can't you understand? Oh, my little

I'm not in love, so don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got

Trapped in purgatory A lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal Death I said she said Death will be their acquisition The sky is turning red Return to

thousand pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window And a kiss upon his lips Till the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger

Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days She says, "A girl needs a gun these days" Hey on account of those rattlesnakes On account of

Strange- thought I knew you well. Thought I had read the sky. Thought I had read a change in your eyes. So strange- woke up to a world that I am not a

, hum, hu-hum... hahm... Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves, an' blood at the root. Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze. Strange