Tori Amos - Dixie lyrics

[Tori Amos - Dixie lyrics]

Grab your coat
And those things without any fingers
The peach ones
That keep you warm in a southern winter

Off I go, window shopping with my mum
We'll go whistling Dixie down the lane
So who cares our purse is almost empty?
I'm the richest girl in Dixie land
Look away, look again
She is still holding my hand, holding my hand

Grab your coat
The cloudy blue one with the stripy buttons
That keeps you warm in a southern winter

Off I go, window shopping with my mum
We'll go whistling Dixie down the lane
So who cares our purse is almost empty?
I'm the richest girl in Dixie land
Look away, look again


She is still holding my hand, holding my hand

Look away, look again
She is still holding my hand, holding my hand

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