Tori Amos Lyrics - Big Wheel

Tori Amos - Big Wheel

Iâ??ve been on the other side
Got my lips smacked
Now theyâ??re dry
Then you
Call me
Call me in
You think I am your possession

Youâ??re messing with a Southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your stale bread
Yeah itâ??s hot
But baby I donâ??t need your cash
So baby maybe Iâ??ll let your

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Donâ??t you throw your shade on me
Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain
Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away, wash it away,
Wash you away, boy
Let's go

I've been on my knees but youâ??re so hard,
Wonâ??t be pleased that you
Take me, take me in
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross, we need the wood

Somehow you will rise, but with attitude
I know, honey, youâ??re a pro
But baby I donâ??t need your cash
Mama got it all in hell now

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Donâ??t you throw that shade on me
Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain
Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away, wash it away, boy
Wash you away now

Gimmie eight,
A gimmie seven,
A gimmie six,
Gimmie five,
Gimmie four,
A gimmie three

I-I-I am an M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget, M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget,
M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget
Baby, I donâ??t need your cash
So baby maybe Iâ??ll leave you

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Donâ??t you throw that shade on me
Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain
Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Donâ??t you throw that shade on me
Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain
Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Gonna turn your whiskey, boy
Into rain
Wash you away
Wash you away boy
Wash you down
Big wheel.

Written by:
TORI ELLEN AMOS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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