Вершы: Tori Amos. Little Earthquakes. Leather.

Look I'm standing naked before you
Don't you want more than my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can't claim innocence

Oh God, could it be the weather?
Oh God, why am I here?
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather

I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you can't hold what I hold dear

Oh God, could it be the weather?
Oh God, why am I here?
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather

I almost ran over an angel
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense", he said, "You're all alone here
So if you jump, you best jump far"

Oh God, could it be the weather?
Oh God, why am I here?
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather

Oh God, could it be the weather?
Oh God, it's over [Incomprehensible]
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather