Fiona Apple

I Want You To Love Me By Fiona Apple I’ve waited many years Every print I left upon the track, has led me here And next year, it’ll be clear

Fetch The Bolt Cutters By Fiona Apple I’ve been thinking about when I was trying to be your friend I thought it was, then, but it wasn’t, it wasn’t genuine

Under The Table By Fiona Apple I would beg to disagree, but begging disagrees with me I would beg to disagree, but begging disagrees with me I told you I

Relay By Fiona Apple Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns to pass the torch Evil is a relay sport, when the one who’s burned, turns

Rack Of His By Fiona Apple I gave you pictures and cards on non-holidays And it wasn’t because I was bored I followed you from room to room, with no

Newspaper By Fiona Apple I too, used to want him to be proud of me And then I just wanted him to make amends I wonder what lies he’s telling

Ladies By Fiona Apple Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and

Heavy Balloon By Fiona Apple People like us, we play with a heavy balloon Keep it up to keep the devil at bay but it always falls way too soon

Cosmonauts By Fiona Apple Your face ignites a fuse to my patience Whatever you do is gonna be wrong There’s no time to interrupt the detonation Be good to me

Drumset By Fiona Apple The drumset is gone And the rug it was on He’s still here screaming at me Why did you take it all away? Why did you

On I Go By Fiona Apple On I go, not toward or away Up until now it was day, next day Up until now in a rush to prove But

Shameika By Fiona Apple I used to walk down the streets on my way to school Grinding my teeth to a rhythm invisible I used my feet to crush dead