Professional Widow
Tori Amos
Letra

Slag-pit, stag-shit
Honey, bring it close to my lips
Yes

Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big, boy
We gotta be big

Starer just like my daddy, yes
Starer just like my daddy, yes
Selling his baby, yes
Just like my daddy
Going to strike a deal
Made him feel like a congress man
Running in our family, oh
It's running our family

Rest your shoulders
Peaches and cream
Everywhere, a Judas
As far as you can see
Beautiful angel
Calling: "We've got every re-run
Of Muhammad Ali."

Prism perfect
Honey, bring it close to your lips
Yes

What is termed a landslide of principle proportion
Boy, it's got to be big
I said it better be big
Hey, hey

Starer just like my daddy, yes
Starer just like my daddy, yes
Selling his baby, yes
Just like your daddy
Yes, selling his baby

I'm going to strike a deal
Make him feel like a congress man
It's runnning in your family, oh
It's runnning your family, hey
It's runnning in family, hey baby
It's runnning your family

Mother Mary, china white
Brown may be sweeter
May be sweeter

Mother Mary, china white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
Supply, supply

Give me peace, love
Peace, love
Give me peace, love and a hard