Tori Amos - Big Wheel 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 that 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, 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 it 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 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

Turn your whiskey, boy, into rain

Wash it away

Wash you away, boy

Wash you down, big wheel

*M I L F is Amerikaans slang en betekent Mother I('d) Like to Fuck. Daarmee wordt bedoeld een oudere vrouw die nog aantrekkelijk is voor jongere mannen.