Besedila: Tori Amos. Tales Of A Librarian. Playboy Mommy.

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In my platforms I hit the floor.
I fell face down, didn't help my brain out.
And 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?
Don't judge me so harsh little girl, so you got a playboy mommy.
But when you tell 'em my name and,
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 and,
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.


Down on my knees an?
Somewhere, where the orchids grow I can't find those church bells,
That played when you died, played Gloria, talkin'bout Hosanah?.
But 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...