Tori Amos - Big Wheel Lyrics

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***I've been on the other side
Got my lips smacked now they're dry
Then you call me call 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
Turn that whiskey into rain
Wash you away
Wash you away
Wash you away boy***

I've been on my knees
But you're so ***hard*** hard to please
But 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
Turn that whiskey into rain
Wash you away
Wash you away boy
Wash you away now

Gimme eight
Gimme seven
Gimme six
Gimme five
Gimme four
Gimme 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'll leave

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
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
Turn that whiskey into rain
Turn your whiskey boy

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lyrics submitted by shell on 12-03-2007
lyrics corrected on 03-05-2007