Songtexte: Tori Amos. Boys For Pele. Doughnut Song.

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Had me a trick and a kick and your message.
You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole.
Then thought that I could decipher your message.
There's no one here, dear. No one at all.

And if I'm wasting all your time this time.
Maybe you never learned to take.
And if I'm hanging on to your shade.
I guess I'm way beyond the pale.


Hey... you...
And southern men can grow gold, can grow pertty.
(You can tell me it's over, it's over.)
Blood can be pertty like a delicate man.
(You can tell me over, over your shoulder.)
Copper to steel, to a hinge that is faltered.
(You can tell me it's over, it's over.)
That let's you in, let's you in, let's you in.
(Come in Houston.)


And if I'm wasting all your time this time.
I guess you never learned to take.
And if I'm hanging on to your shade.
I guess I'm way beyond the pale... hey, hey, heh...


Something's just, something's just ke...eping you numb.
You told me last night you were a sun now,
With your very own devoted satellite.
Happy for you and I am sure that I hate you.
Two suns too many, too many able fires, hey, yes.


And you've been wasting all my time this time.
(You can tell me it's over.)
I said, you never learned to take.
(You can tell me over, over your shoulder.)
And if I'm hanging on to your shade.
I guess I'm way beyond the pale.
I guess I'm way beyond the pale...


Had me a trick and a kick and your message.
You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole.