Big Wheel - Tori Amos

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

Gonna turn that whiskey into rain

Wash it away

Wash it away

Wash it away, boy

Let’s go

I’ve been on my knees

But you’re so 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

Gonna turn that whiskey into rain

Wash it away

Wash it away, boy

Wash you away, now

Gimme 8

Gimme 7

Gimme 6

Gimme 5

Gimme 4

Gimme 3

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

Gonna turn that whiskey, love, into rain

Big wheel turn my fantasy

Don’t you throw that shade on me

I’ve been drinking down your pain

Gonna turn that whiskey, love, into rain

Gonna turn your whiskey, boy, into rain

Wash it away

Wash you away, boy

Wash you down

Big wheel