On my CD Player. …

“Lily is dancing

on the table

We’ve all been

Pushed

Too far

I guess on days

like this

you know who your

friends are

Just another dead fag

to you that’s all

Just another light missing

on a long taxi ride

taxi ride

And I’m down to

Your last cigarette and

this “We are one” crap

as you’re invading

This thing you call

Love – she smiles

way too much but

I’m glad you’re

on my side, sure

I’m glad you’re on

my side still

You think you deserve

a trust fund

Just because you

Want one

Sure you talk the talk

when you need to

I fear

the whole world is

starting to

Believe you

Just another dead fag

to you that’s all

Just another light missing

in a long taxi line

taxi line

And I’m down to

Your last cigarette and

this “We are one” crap

as you’re invading

This thing you call

Love – she smiles

way too much but

I’m glad you’re

on my side, sure

I’m glad you’re on

my side still

Lily is dancing

on the

table

We’ve all been pushed

Too far today

Even a glamorous

Bitch can be in

need

this is where you know

the honey

from the

Killer bees

I’m glad you’re on

my side

sure

I’m glad you’re on

my side

sure

I’m glad you’re on

my side still

Got a long taxi ride

Got a long taxi ride”

— Tori Amos, “Taxi Ride” —

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