Letras:
Morissette Alanis

: I start up in the north I grow from special seed I sprinkle it with sensibility from French and Hungarian snow I linger in the sprouting until my engine

: I miss your smell and your style And your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life And your body in my bed Miss your take on anything And the music

: Coercing or leaving Shutting down and punishing Running from rooms, defending Withholding, justifying These versions of violence Sometimes subtle

: (Japanese Bonus Track) I would never have been in such a rush I would never have tried to control I would never have worn such 'fear lenses' I would

: (Deluxe Edition Track) My house, my role My friends, my man My devotion to God All amorphous, indefinit Nothing's been clear Nothing's been in Nothing

: (Deluxe Edition Track) Me and my helmet Such an unconventional kid All intense and kinetic At best tolerated from afar Not yet arrested And by that

: Bring on the Tequila, oh I'm fire on Tequila, oh My friends and I meet hours before We make some home-made pizza We do some funny bits back and forth

: Wait a minute man You mispronounced my name You didn't wait for all the information Before you turned me away Wait a minute sir You kind of hurt

: I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone, yeah I recommend walking around naked in your living room, yeah Swallow it down ( what a jagged