Texty: Tori Amos. Siren.

And you know you're gonna lie to you
In your own way
And you know you're gonna lie to you
In your own way

And I lie some other day
You do and you say girl

Know too well, know the chill
Know she breaks my siren
Know teenage flesh, know the chill
Know she breaks my siren

Never was one for a prissy girl
Coquette call in for an ambulance
Reach high, doesn't mean she's holy
Just means she's got a cellular handy

Almost brave, almost pregnant
Almost in love, Vanilla, Vanilla

And you know you're gonna lie to you
In your own way
And you know you're gonna lie to you
In your own way

And you don't need the light on
To guide you through the southern lands
Go said go, yes

Know too well, know the chill
Know she breaks my siren
Know teenage flesh, know the chill
Know she breaks my siren

Never was one for a prissy girl
Coquette call in for an ambulance
Reach high, doesn't mean she's holy
Just means she's got a cellular handy

Almost brave, almost pregnant
Almost in love, Vanilla