"There are three characters in "She's Your Cocaine" - a he and a she and the girl singing it. I haven't quite figured out if the girl singing is really pissed off that she isn't special anymore, or if she is just horrified that she put this guy on a pedestal and he's now he's chosen this thing... this girl who wouldn't even be let into a real girl's party. This... black hole of nebulai.
[INT]: That isn't very sisterly of you.
[Tori]: I think your own sex can see your sex for what it is. You know the tricks of your own sex. Sometimes you can put your little play glasses on and not want to see them. But I know when another woman is flirting with one of my crew - it's so obvious and yet they can't see it. They say 'oh she's so pained' or 'she's had all this stuff happen to her'. I know a girl like this - who uses her victimness to make people feel they can't do enough for her, that nothing is ever enough. And you're like an addict. You can't spill enough blood, you can't wrap your dick into seventeen different little shapes, y'know, like those balloons. 'Here... look! Puppy! Ice cream truck!' This song is my revenge.
[Tori; Attitude Magazine (UK), May98]
I think at the end of the song it sounds like she's still fucking him while she's in this horrific state. she's mad at herself that she cant give him up, despite knowing all the facts.
I think at the end of the song it sounds like she's still fucking him while she's in this horrific state. she's mad at herself that she cant give him up, despite knowing all the facts.
"There are three characters in "She's Your Cocaine" - a he and a she and the girl singing it. I haven't quite figured out if the girl singing is really pissed off that she isn't special anymore, or if she is just horrified that she put this guy on a pedestal and he's now he's chosen this thing... this girl who wouldn't even be let into a real girl's party. This... black hole of nebulai. [INT]: That isn't very sisterly of you. [Tori]: I think your own sex can see your sex for what it is. You know the tricks of your own sex. Sometimes you can put your little play glasses on and not want to see them. But I know when another woman is flirting with one of my crew - it's so obvious and yet they can't see it. They say 'oh she's so pained' or 'she's had all this stuff happen to her'. I know a girl like this - who uses her victimness to make people feel they can't do enough for her, that nothing is ever enough. And you're like an addict. You can't spill enough blood, you can't wrap your dick into seventeen different little shapes, y'know, like those balloons. 'Here... look! Puppy! Ice cream truck!' This song is my revenge. [Tori; Attitude Magazine (UK), May98]
I think at the end of the song it sounds like she's still fucking him while she's in this horrific state. she's mad at herself that she cant give him up, despite knowing all the facts.
I think at the end of the song it sounds like she's still fucking him while she's in this horrific state. she's mad at herself that she cant give him up, despite knowing all the facts.