Beauty Queen / Horses - Tori Amos

Hah… hah… ha-ha.

She’s a Beauty Queen.

Ha… in my sweet bean bag in the street,

Take it down out to the laundry scene…

Don’t know why she’s in my hand.

Can’t figure what it is, but…

I lie, lie, lie again.

I go me some horses to ride on, to ride on.

They say that your demons can’t go there.

So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on,

As long as your army keeps perfectly still.

And maybe I’ll find me a sailor, a tailor.

And maybe together we’ll make mother well.

So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on,

As long as your army keeps perfectly still.

An you showed me the meadow, and milkwood, and silkwood.

And you would if I would, but you never would.

So I chased down your posies, your pansies in my hosies,

Then opened my hands and they were empty then.

Off with Superfly sniffing a Sharpie pen, honey it’s Bill and Ben.

Off with Superfly counting your bees, oh me, honey like one, two, three.

The camera is rolling, it’s easy like one, two, three.

And if there is a way to find you I will find you.

But will you find me if Neil makes me a tree.

An afro, a Pharaoh, I can’t go you said so.

And but threads that are golden don’t break easily.

So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on.

They say that your demons can’t go there.

So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on.

As long as your army keeps perfectly still,

Keeps perfectly still, keeps perfectly still.