Текст песни Tori Amos - Big wheel

I've been on the other side Got my lips smacked now they're dry Then you call me, call me in You think I am your possession You're messing with a southern girl But my recipe is on with your stale bread Yeah, it's hot but baby I don't need your cash So baby, maybe I let your Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinkin' down your pain Gonna turn that whiskey into rain Wash it away Wash it away Wash it away boy Let's go I've been on my knees, but you're so hard, hard to please Did you take me, take me in So you are a superstar Get off the cross we need the wood Somehow you will rise, but without a tool I know honey you're a pro But baby I don't need your cash Mama got it all in hand now Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinkin' down your pain Gonna turn that whiskey into rain Wash it away Wash it away boy Wash it away now Gimme 8, gimme 7, gimme 6 Gimme 5, gimme 4, gimme 3 I I I' am a M I L F don' you forget M I L F don' you forget M I L F don' you forget Baby I don't need your cash So baby maybe I let your Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinkin' down your pain Gonna turn that whiskey into rain Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinkin' down your pain Gonna turn that whiskey love into rain Gonna turn your whiskey boy into rain Wash it away Wash you away boy Wash you down, big wheel
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