Låttexter:
Amos Tori Abnormally Attracted To Sin

Ebony beauty, pass this shade the looking glass reflects Then a voice calls me back This is just circumstance, it is not personal Oh no, it never is

Battle of the minds Cries below, cries above You must pick a side Will you choose fear? Will you choose love? What does it look like This orbital ball

Then he said, mom I want to forna, I mean formulate And discover the realms of the unknown with Mary Jane After all you'll be away for the weekend Just

How can I be drunk? You strike with dry poison I am possessed Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling Girl you got to find you the man Who can

Ophelia, your secret is safe Ophelia, you must break the chain Some girls will get their way Some fathers will control from the grave Ophelia, you must

Shut your mouth I'm spinnin' it tight down south I'm on raid, Tie you down 'Cause boy, I can save you from that evil faith Eagles serve, yeah, uh, uh

Hey Mrs. see, please don't jump Why not? Nothing is making sense anymore to me I don't know when I stopped making him smile Now the kids see me cry all

That guy swears he will walk And carries a chip as big as New York That guy at night makes me scream And smashes the best possibilities That guy just

are off your guard Pussy will calls there by the church "Don't go in if you are abnormally attracted to sin" Abnormally attracted to sin She may be dead