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Tori Amos - American Doll Posse - Almost Rosey
American Doll Posse
01. Yo George
02. Big Wheel
03. Bouncing Off Clouds
04. Teenage Hustling
05. Digital Ghost
06. You Can Bring Your Dog
07. Mr. Bad Man
08. Fat Slut
09. Girl Disappearing
10. Secret Spell
11. Devils and Gods
12. Body and Soul
13. Father's Son
14. Programmable Soda
15. Code Red
16. Roosterspur Bridge
17. Beauty of Speed
18. Almost Rosey
19. Velvet Revolution
20. Dark Side of the Sun
21. Posse Bonus
22. Smokey Joe
23. Dragon
Just a minute of your time
Yes, I've been known to delude myself
So let me put those rose
Coloured glasses to the test

Now is this real enough for you
'Cause blondes here don't jump out of cakes
If that never impressed you much
Come board this lunatic express

Just why do they say
"Have a nice day" anyway?
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Oh let's not give that one a try

Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys, raise those blinds
Chin up, a happy mask was never your best disguise
Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys, in no time
You will feel almost fine, almost rosey

Now some girls here will huddle with
No not footballers that are rich
But will confide in small white sticks
He bats as the Virginian Slim

Then I tried once to comply
With an authority that would
Subsidise my wild side
But at this altar was sacrificed

Yes, you can laugh a femme fatale
In a bride's dress now married to
The effortlessness of the cracks
That lie now in between the facts

Just why do they say
"Have a nice day" anyway?
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Oh let's not give that one a try

Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys, raise those blinds
Chin up, a happy mask was never your best disguise
Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys, in no time
You will feel almost fine, almost rosey

Now about when Violet died
The cause still unidentified
She thought her love would be enough
But you can't seduce seduction

Her tentacles of endless want
Reach through my corridors
And tempt me to taste of her power
I sober with the witching hour

And when I hear of one more bomb
Yes, we have all been robbed of song
And nightingales who throw their arms
Up when is enough enough?

Just why do they say
"Have a nice day" anyway?
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Oh let's not give that one a try

Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys, raise those blinds
Chin up, a happy mask was never your best disguise
Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys, in no time
You will feel almost fine, almost rosey

Feeling almost rosey
Feeling almost rosey