Tori Amos - Frog on My Toe lyrics
[Tori Amos - Frog on My Toe lyrics]
Maybe I'll call him Jethro
Maybe I'll grow up to be quite as good as he
And maybe you'll come back
After you're long gone
And papa I'm sure the worms
Have eaten you now and Jethro's been on some
Frenchy's plate long ago
And now I'm pretty sure that
I listened to every word
'Cause, I still hear you telling me still
"Slap them boys when they're naughty
Make 'em crawl, make you haughty
Make you strong little girl
You paint them toes the reddest colour
And you know one day you're going
To be bigger than a flea
You're going to be bigger than
That old poison ivy tree"
Now I'm pretty sure that I
Think you come and visit
And talk sometimes kind of like Gidget
And in funny little chants
Like an Indian Brave
You said "We all grew fat when
The old white man came
"But one day girl you're going to
Learn to make them crawl
Make them grow tall but have the grace
To be a lady with disgrace
And you fry them taters
And you make them with lady's hands
And I know you're my pappy's baby"
"That's all that's for Papa"