Lyrics

I've been on the other side 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 Going to turn that whiskey into rain And wash it away Wash it away Wash it away, boy Let's go I've been on my knees But you're so hard, 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 Going to turn that whiskey into rain And wash it away Wash it away Wash it away, boy Give me eight Give me seven Give me six Give me five Give me four Give me three I, I, I am a M.I.L.F., don't you forget M.I.L.F., don't you forget M.I.L.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 Going to turn that whiskey into rain And let your Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinking down your pain Going to turn that whiskey love into rain Going to turn your whiskey, boy, into rain And wash it away Wash you away, boy Wash you down Big wheel
Writer(s): Tori Amos, Tori Ellen Amos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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