Tori Amos - In the Springtime of His Voodoo lyrics

Hey, yes, ay, play, play, yeah
Hey, hey you, sweet, sweet, sweet to my loo
Yes hey hey yeah, ay
Such a wang-stang watch you
You keep walking, keep walking boy, yeah
Ay, see, what? Let me watch me you, yeah
Walk down, just keep on boring me, watch me
Let me, let me, yeah

Standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
And I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong song
2 girls, 65
Got a piece tied up in the back seat
"Honey, we’re recovering Christians"

In the Springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring

And right there for a minute
I knew you so well
And right there for a minute
I knew you so well

Got an angry snatch, girls
You know what I mean
When swiveling that hip doesn’t do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily, Mr Sulu
Warp speed, warp speed, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

In the Springtime of his voodoo
In the Springtime of his voodoo

Every road leads back to my door
And right there for a minute
Every road I will follow i knew you so well
Every road leads back to my door
And right there for a minute
Got all your crosses loaded i knew

And I know she’s not that foxy, boys, yes
I said I know she’s not that foxy, but
You gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe, boys
When you’re your momma’s sunshine
You’ve got to give something sometimes
When you’re the sweetest cherry
In an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes

In the Springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
In the Springtime of his voodoo, he
In the Springtime of his voodoo, yes, he
He was going to show me spring