Leather - Tori Amos

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 it’s 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?

Oh God, could it be the weather?

Oh God, why am I here?

If love isn’t forever

And it’s not the weather

Hand me my leather

I almost ran over an angel

He had a nice big fat cigar

«In a sense,» he said, «You're alone here

So if you jump, you best jump far»

Oh God, could it be the weather?

Oh God, why am I here?

If love isn’t forever

And it’s not the weather

Oh God, could it be the weather?

Oh God, it’s all very clear

If love isn’t forever

And it’s not the weather

Hand me my leather