Tori Amos - Ireland | Текст песни

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• Tori Amos
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Drivin in my Saab
on my way to Ireland
it s been a long time
it s been a long time
Drivin with my friends
on my way to Ireland
it s been a long time
it s been a long time

So when I was out
in the desert
And a cowboy
tried to lasso me
He said your red
and made of clay
a virgin portrait
I let him wake me
but decided not to stay

Next in New York
I fell out with a dragon
Of the white collar kind
but just as ferocious
I remembered Macha
running faster than the horses
Then an encounter with
a voice that caressed me

Wasn t it you who
held off a surrender
To one spoiled nun
who taught you the names
of the mountains
on the moon
and then a Jesuit
proceeded to arrange your soul
while I prayed
on my knees