Doughnut Song — Tori Amos

Hand me a trick and a kick and your message You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole Then thought that I could decipher your message There's no one here dear No one at all

And if I'm wasting all your time this time Maybe you never learned to take And if I'm hanging on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale

And southern men can grow cold Can grow pretty Blood can be pretty Like a delicate man Copper to steal to a hinge that is faltered That let's you in, let's you in, let's you in

And if I'm wasting all your time this time I think you never learned to take And if I'm hanging on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale

So is yours, so is yours Keeping you down

You told me last night You were a sun now With your very own devoted satellite Happy for you And I am sure that I hate you Two sons too many Too many able fires

You've been wasting my time this time Said you never learned to take And if I'm hanging on to your shade I guess I'm way beyond the pale

Hand me a trick and a kick and your message You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole