So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe
That sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things...
I remember
Yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And a little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl
These precious things...
wurd, Tori. The subject of my 12th grade final project for AP Literature. Tying in 'Precious Things' with Susan Minot's short story 'Lust'. My video was the bell of the ball! I'm just reliving a glory moment...*der sigh* (I take german, fuck *le sigh*!).
People, get with it! The folks in my womens studies class have the most sex-negative attitude. They think every one who strips has no self repsect and is a terrible, coke-snortin' whore, all porn is evil, nude models are sluts, dominatrixes (what's the plural? I don't know...) are freaks, and thinks everything is black and white! We need a sex-positive attitude...I bring up SG every chance I get in that class.
Hm. Anyway. uhhhh....I feel very inarticulate right now...
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe
That sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things...
I remember
Yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And a little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl
These precious things...
wurd, Tori. The subject of my 12th grade final project for AP Literature. Tying in 'Precious Things' with Susan Minot's short story 'Lust'. My video was the bell of the ball! I'm just reliving a glory moment...*der sigh* (I take german, fuck *le sigh*!).
People, get with it! The folks in my womens studies class have the most sex-negative attitude. They think every one who strips has no self repsect and is a terrible, coke-snortin' whore, all porn is evil, nude models are sluts, dominatrixes (what's the plural? I don't know...) are freaks, and thinks everything is black and white! We need a sex-positive attitude...I bring up SG every chance I get in that class.
Hm. Anyway. uhhhh....I feel very inarticulate right now...
you know what I really hate, though? Girls that dress like strippers, dance like strippers, grind on each other in nightclubs, but act like there's something wrong with strippers.