Testo Girl

From in the shadow she calls, and in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way.
And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph,
My image under her thumb,
Yes, with a message from my heart, yes, with a message from my heart.

She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
Hey... And in the doorway they stay, and laugh as violins fill with water.
Screams from the bluebells- can't make them go away.
Well I'm not seventeen, but I've cuts on my knees.
Falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree.

She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.

Everyone (everyone else's girl) else's girl, maybe one day (oh one day),
She'll be her own (oh, she'll be her own).
(BACKGROUND TORI: Everyone else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own.)
Rushin' rivers, thread so thin, limitations, oh, dreams with the flying pigs.
Turbid blue and the drug stores too, safe in their coats and-a in their doo's.
Yeah, smotherin' our hearts, a pillow to my dots. Maybe there's a way out... yeah.
(Maybe one day, maybe one day.) One day she'll be her own.

And in the mist there she rides, and castles are burning in my heart.
And as I twist I hold tight, and I ride to work every morning wondering why.
"Sit in the chair and be good now," oh, and become all that they told you.
The white coats enter her room, and I'm callin' my baby,
Callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin'...

Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.