Tori Amos - Big Wheel lyrics
[Tori Amos - Big Wheel lyrics]
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 your shade on me
I've been drinking 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 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 drinking down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away wash it away, boy
Wash you away, now
Gimme 8 gimme 7
Gimme 6 gimme 5
Gimme 4 gimme 3
I i i am a M-IL-F, don't you forget
M-IL-F, don't you forget
M-IL-F, don't 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 drinking down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey, love, into rain
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking 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