Tori Amos - Precious Things lyrics

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 on 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, 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 let them bleed
Let them wash away these precious things
Let them break their hold on me

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 little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

These precious things let them bleed
Let them wash away these precious things
Let them break let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them bleed, now let them wash away
These, these precious things let them break
Their hold on me

Precious, precious