God Bless Fiona

I don’t understand about
Diamonds and why men buy them
What’s so impressive about a diamond
Except the mining

And it’s dangerous work
Trying to get to you too
And I think if I didn’t have to
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it
Maybe I wouldn’t think so much of you

I’ve been watching all the time
And I still can’t find the tack
And I wanna know is it okay
Is it just fine
Or is it my fault
Is it my lack

I don’t understand about
The weather outside
Or the harmony in a tune
Or why somebody lied

There’s solace a bit for submitting
To the fitfully cryptically true
What’s happened has happened
What’s coming is already on its way
With a role for me to play

I don’t understand
I’ll never understand
But I’ll try to understand
There’s nothing else I can do

(from Red, Red, Red by Fiona Apple)
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God Bless Fiona

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