Paroles de la chanson Cutting Up Peaches par
It's the way she would smile while falling to piecesPouring out cream, cutting up peaches
"Son of a bitch," she spoke softly to Jesus
Pushing it down, down on her knees, just praying
Lobotomy
I wanna feel like a child, let the world coddle me
Tired of playing the woman I oughta be
Sometimes I just wanna rage
Yeah, sometimes I just wanna punch every single last one of your fucks in the face
Keep your feet on the ground, she said, "Keep your head down"
When they do the wash, babe, it's all coming out