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In my platforms I hit the floor
Fell face down
Didn’t help my brain out
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 want to 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
Somewhere where the the orchids grow
I can’t find those church bells
That played when you died
Played gloria
Talkin’ ’bout hosanah
Don’t judge me so harsh little girl
You got a playboy mommy, come home
But when you tell them soldiers my name
Cross that bridge all on your own
Little girl they’ll do you no harm
They know your playboy mommy
But I’ll be home
I’ll be home to take you in my arms
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Lyrics: Tori Amos
