Tori Amos, pseudônimo de Myra Ellen Amos (nasceu em 22 de agosto de 1963). Cantora, compositora e pianista norte-americana nascida em Newton, Carolina do Norte, Estados Unidos, no dia 22 de agosto de 1963. É casada com Mark Hawley e juntos o casal têm uma filha, Natashya "Tash" Lórien Hawley, nascida em 5 de setembro de 2000.
Amos esteve à frente de um grupo de cantoras e compositoras no começo da década de 90, sendo digna de nota, no começo da sua carreira
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Note on lyrics: I looked them up online and they seem to be rather up in the air. What I put down as "the braves you pain the pain for" I also found as "the braves you painted pink for" and "the graves are painted painful." And I only found "but you can never rush a man" online, but when I listened I always thought it was "that you can have a Russian man." Pick what you want. Also, when she does the gibberish-moaning thing, I tried to write down what it sounds like - very difficult!! Just do your own la-da-da's. Comments: [email protected]
Bachelorette - Tori Amos
AmDm Bachelorette, you climb on rooftops and you AmDmGC Bachelorette, you can turn dust into champagne GCF You even dream about his name AmDm Bachelorette, the braves you pain the pain for AmDmGC Bachelorettes, you tried to show him that he can GC But you can never rush a man G You must remember Em You're a car girl, you're star girl
You are at the door Dm The tide will turn CEm There's a window CEmBm There's a window
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Bachelorette, you fly alone and when you Cry sometimes There's nothing like it in the world You'll go to Paris on your own Oh, just Bachelorette You climb on rooftops and you Bachelorette You can turn dust into champagne You even ya di di di di ya da da di hi hi hi hi hey