| Song | Playboy Mommy - Live "Bootleg" Version-Boston |
| Artist | Tori Amos |
| Album | B of A Pavilion, Boston, MA 8/21/05 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos | |
| In my platforms | |
| I hit the floor | |
| fell face down | |
| didn't help my brain out | |
| then the baby came | |
| before I found | |
| the magic how | |
| to keep her happy | |
| I never was the fantasy | |
| of what you want | |
| wanted me to be | |
| but don't judge me so harsh little girl | |
| so you got a playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell them my name | |
| you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they'll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell 'em my name | |
| from here to Birmingham | |
| I got a few friends | |
| I never was there was there when it counts | |
| I get my way | |
| you're so like me | |
| you seemed ashamed | |
| ashamed that I was | |
| a good friend of American soldiers | |
| I'll say it loud here by your grave | |
| those angels can't | |
| ever take my place | |
| Don't judge me so harsh little girl | |
| you got a playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell 'em my name | |
| you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they'll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but you just tell 'em my name | |
| you tell 'em my name | |
| I got a few friends | |
| somewhere where the the orchids grow | |
| I can't find those church bells | |
| that played when you died | |
| played Gloria | |
| talkin bout | |
| Hosanna | |
| don't judge me so harsh little girl | |
| you got a playboy mommy | |
| come home | |
| but when you tell them soldiers my name | |
| and cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they'll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but I'll be home I'll be home | |
| to take you in my arms |
| Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
| In my platforms | |
| I hit the floor | |
| fell face down | |
| didn' t help my brain out | |
| then the baby came | |
| before I found | |
| the magic how | |
| to keep her happy | |
| I never was the fantasy | |
| of what you want | |
| wanted me to be | |
| but don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
| so you got a playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell them my name | |
| you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell ' em my name | |
| from here to Birmingham | |
| I got a few friends | |
| I never was there was there when it counts | |
| I get my way | |
| you' re so like me | |
| you seemed ashamed | |
| ashamed that I was | |
| a good friend of American soldiers | |
| I' ll say it loud here by your grave | |
| those angels can' t | |
| ever take my place | |
| Don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
| you got a playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell ' em my name | |
| you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but you just tell ' em my name | |
| you tell ' em my name | |
| I got a few friends | |
| somewhere where the the orchids grow | |
| I can' t find those church bells | |
| that played when you died | |
| played Gloria | |
| talkin bout | |
| Hosanna | |
| don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
| you got a playboy mommy | |
| come home | |
| but when you tell them soldiers my name | |
| and cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but I' ll be home I' ll be home | |
| to take you in my arms |
| Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
| In my platforms | |
| I hit the floor | |
| fell face down | |
| didn' t help my brain out | |
| then the baby came | |
| before I found | |
| the magic how | |
| to keep her happy | |
| I never was the fantasy | |
| of what you want | |
| wanted me to be | |
| but don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
| so you got a playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell them my name | |
| you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell ' em my name | |
| from here to Birmingham | |
| I got a few friends | |
| I never was there was there when it counts | |
| I get my way | |
| you' re so like me | |
| you seemed ashamed | |
| ashamed that I was | |
| a good friend of American soldiers | |
| I' ll say it loud here by your grave | |
| those angels can' t | |
| ever take my place | |
| Don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
| you got a playboy mommy | |
| but when you tell ' em my name | |
| you wanna cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but you just tell ' em my name | |
| you tell ' em my name | |
| I got a few friends | |
| somewhere where the the orchids grow | |
| I can' t find those church bells | |
| that played when you died | |
| played Gloria | |
| talkin bout | |
| Hosanna | |
| don' t judge me so harsh little girl | |
| you got a playboy mommy | |
| come home | |
| but when you tell them soldiers my name | |
| and cross that bridge all on your own | |
| little girl they' ll do you no harm | |
| cause they know your playboy mommy | |
| but I' ll be home I' ll be home | |
| to take you in my arms |