06/08/09 - What can I say? I flipped through a country music station after watching Lord of the Rings.
I first saw Precious long ago
Hanging out fishing with my bro
Now maybe he saw Precious first
But soon we left him in the dirt
Why does it cry, Precious?
Now that you’re my Precious
We puts it on, and no one sees
Just want to hold Precious
Somebody stole my Precious
Oh, Precious, please come home to me
Me and my Precious ran away
To hide out from the light of day
In deepest caves without a spark
We played riddles in the dark
Why does it cry, Precious?
The bright face blinds us, Precious
We puts it on, and no one sees
Just want to hold Precious
Somebody stole my Precious
Oh, Precious, please come home to me
One day another came to play
What’s in his pockets? He won’t say
Woke up and found my Precious gone
I’ll track that tricksy thiever down
For Precious’ sake, won’t do him harm
Just lead him to another’s arms…
Why does it cry, Precious?
I walk the line for my Precious
We puts it on, and no one sees
Just want to hold Precious
Somebody stole my Precious
Oh, Precious, please come home to me
I fell in to a burning river of fire with my Precious
Oh, Precious, now you’re home with me