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.
"Leather", Tori Amos
(Foto de David LaChapelle)
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