Song Analysis

She’s Your Cocaine

Thursday 8 September 2011, by Cécile Desbrun

(coming soon! In the meantime, read Tori’s quotes about the song.)

"The idea of a series of songs with the same basic sound didn’t appeal to me. The woman in ’She’s Your Cocaine,’ which is about a reptile woman who has no fidelity to sisterhood, had to be distinct from the woman in ’Spark,’ who’s addicted to nicotine patches." (Philadelphia Inquirer, May 5, 1998)

"It’s about me being really strappy and vile because somebody finds a woman that’s a black hole, that isn’t a woman’s woman, interesting. You know, a lot of guys and a lot of them are on my crew they’re like my brothers and it blows me away sometimes the women they’re attracted to. Let’s be honest here, the women they’re attracted to, right, me and Beenie, who’s my best friend, and Karen and ?, we would never, like even if they were crawling, we wouldn’t give them the worm at the end of the tequilla bottle. Forget it! They could beg, crawl, dog on your knees hopefully lick the sand. They wouldn’t get a chance.

These women...let me tell you something about these women; they have this little thing, this little beard between their legs and they’re snake, they’re reptilian. I don’t want to hurt the poor snakelife even. You know it’s a cut to the snake world, but these girls, they’re takers. And guys don’t see it because they don’t sit there...They do their killing. Say we’re eating dinner right and one of these girls is at the table and there’s a big party of us. Some of these guys are going ’Isn’t she the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen?’ and you’re going, ’She just murdered the girl next to you, the girl you brought is like a walking corpse because of this other girl.’ Like over the head. They don’t even get these slime walking..."

Interviewer: But it’s on both sides smart women/foolish men, smart women/foolish choices...

"No no no. Sorry, Max. I hate to burst your bubble but men are obvious. I don’t know men that they can’t connive the same way. Let me tell you what the difference is. These women try to get in and act like they’re your friend. They act like they’re your best friend. And so they find out all your secrets, they find out everything and then they go to your man or to your other friends and just completely ruin your relationships with them. I’m telling you they are Lucifer. Lucifer with boobs." (Modern Rock Live, May 10, 1998)

"You know, I think it is a reference to my rock chick days, but realised in a different way. There are three characters in that song - 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 nebulae... 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." (Attitude, May 1998)

"...she not being me, she being the one that he’s obsessed about, and whatever we think of her is whatever we think of her - probably we think about her in Cruel.’" (British Airways Highlife Magazine, May 1998)

"...there’ll be a woman at the table who has all the men sucked into her pain. That type where it’s just tragic, gorgeous, victimised needs-nothing-from-anybody, won’t-call-you-back, nothing is good enough except slitting your wrists and letting her drink your blood, and then you’ll slit another part of yourself and then another part - she’s a passive vampire. They don’t admit they’re drinking your blood, that’s what makes them so dangerous. I’m a lioness, but at least I’m honest. I’m like: look, I’ll rip your heard open and drink your blood. Cards on the table. And I like it when someone is honest with me. ’Hey, I want to drink your blood.’ Well, okay - at least I know what you want to do.’" (British Airways Highlife Magazine, May 1998)

"’She’s Your Cocaine’ and ’iieee’ came out of a sense of loss and sacrifice." (Next, April 1999)