Lyrics: Tori Amos. Tales Of A Librarian. God.
Ooh who, ooh who.
God sometimes you just don't come through.
God sometimes you just don't come through.
Do you need a woman to look after you?
God sometimes you just don't come through.
You make pretty daisies, pretty daisies, love.
(Come down I'll tell you what you want you need, you know.)
I gotta find, find, find what you're doing about things.
( Besides, besides, huh, what'cha doin',)
A few witches burning, gets a little toasty here.
(Hey, whad'a you know, whad'a you know,)
I gotta find, find, find why you always go when the wind blows.
God sometimes you just don't come through.
God sometimes you just don't come through.
Do you need a woman to look after you?
God sometimes you just don't come through.
Well, tell me you're crazy maybe then I'll understand.
(Come down I'll tell you what'ch you need, you know.)
You got your nine-iron in the back seat just incase.
(Besides, besides, huh, what'cha doin'.)
I heard you've gone south, well babe, you love your new four-wheel.
(Hey, whad'a you know, whad'a you know.)
I gotta find, find, find why you always go when the wind blows.
(Besides, besides.)
Give not thy strength unto woman, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.
Will you even tell her if you decide to make the sky fall?
Will you even tell her if you decide to make the sky?
God sometimes you just don't come through.
God sometimes you just don't come through, babe.
Do you need a woman to look after you?
God sometimes you just don't come through.
Do you need a woman to look after you?
God sometimes you just don't come through...
Ooh who. Ooh who. Ooh who. Ah ah..
Amos, Tori
Amos, Tori
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