Woorden: Tori Amos. The Beekeeper. Power Of Orange Knickers.

The power of orange knickers, the power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers, under my petticoat
The power of listening to what, you don't want me to know
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist?

Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces?
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this?
This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this?

A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist?

This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain laughin'
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this?
That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this?

The power of orange knickers, under my petticoat
The power of listening to what, you don't want me to know

Shame, shame time to leave me now
Shame, shame you've had your fun
Shame, shame for letting me think
That I would be the one

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist?

This little pill in my hand
Or this secret kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this kiss, kiss