Daisy Dead Petals by Tori Amos

Daisy dead petals that is her name.
She's in the phone booth phase, so
Underneath the shade of a peppermint tray,
She can turn it out with a heel on she just rides into town
Knowing what they'll say, knowing they're around the corner.
Got a crack in, got a crack in some strange places.

Daisy dead petals, that is her name.
So maybe she tastes like a hamburger maid, well,
These dead petals, honey, brought me here.
She said "these dead petals, honey, brought me here."

Dancing on a dime, hearing mother cry,
Maybe she's around the corner

Got a crack in, got a crack in some strange places.
On my back with, on my back with some dirty dishes

Falling down, falling down, all over the river
Falling down, falling down, falling down

And since we're down might as well stay,
Might as well fry some eggs
And wave to the shade of the peppermint tray.
She's a new friend not a skeleton to ride into town.
Knowing what they'll say, knowing she tastes like a hamburger maid, but

"these dead petals, honey, brought me here."
She said "these dead petals, honey, brought me here."