Tori Amos. The Beekeeper. Ribbons Undone. Zeneszám

She's a girl, rising from a shell
Running to spring
It is her time, it is her time
Watch her run with ribbons undone

She's a rose in a Lily's cloak
She can hide her charms
It is her right there will be time
To chase the sun with ribbons undone

She runs like a fire does just picking up daises
Comes in for a landing a pure flash of lightening
Past Alice Blue blossoms you follow her laughter
And then she'll surprise you arms filled with lavender

Yes my little pony, is growing up fast
She corrects me and says, "You mean a thorough bred"
A look in her eyes says the battle's beginning
From school she comes home and cries
I don't want to grow up Mom at least not tonight

You're a girl, rising from a shell
Running through spring
With summer's hand in reach now
It is your time, it is your time

So just run with ribbons undone
It is your time yes my angel
It is your time, so just run with ribbons undone
Run run, ribbons undone