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By Tori Amos Submitted by Meredith Date: 2003 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.28.12.17.30066]] |
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Look I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more than my sex I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh god could it be the weather Oh god why am I here If love isn't forever And its not the weather Hand me my leather I could just pretend that you love me The night would lose all sense of fear But why do I need you to love me When you can't hold what I hold dear |