Texty: Tori Amos. From The Choirgirl Hotel. Black-dove (january).

She was a January girl
She never let on how insane it was
In that tiny kinda scary house
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods

Black dove, black dove
You're not a helicopter
You're not a cop out either
Honey black dove, black dove
You don't need a space ship
They don't know, you've already lived

On the other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy

She had a January world
So many storms not right somehow
How a lion becomes a mouse?
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods

But I have to get to Texas
Said, "I have to get to Texas
And I'll give away my blue, blue dress, blue dress"

Black dove, black dove
You're not a helicopter
You're not a cop out either
Black dove, black dove
You don't need a space ship
They don't know, you've lived, already lived

On the other side of the galaxy
The other side of
The other side of the galaxy

But I have to get to Texas
Said, "I have to get to Texas
And I'll give away my blue dress, blue dress"
Oh my [Incomprehensible]
Oh my [Incomprehensible]
Oh my [Incomprehensible]

She had a January girl
She never let on how insane it was
In that tiny kinda scary house
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods
Black dove