Song lyrics Big wheel by Tori Amos

Iīve been on the other side
Got my lips smacked now theyīre dry
Then you call me call me in
You think I am your possession
Youīre
Messing with a southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your
Stale bread yeah itīs hot
But baby I donīt need your cash

So BABY maybe I let your

Big Wheel turn my
Fantasy
Donīt you throw that shade on me
Iīve been drinkinī down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain and
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away boy
Letīs go

Iīve been on my knees
But youīre 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 youīre a pro
But BABY I donīt need your cash

Mama got it all in hand now
Big Wheel turn my
Fantasy
Donīt you throw that shade on me
Iīve been drinkinī down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain and

Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away boy

Gimme 8
Gimme 7
Gimme 6
Gimme 5 Gimme 4 Gimme 3

I. I. I am a M-I-L-F donī you forget
M-I-L-F donī you forget
M-I-L-F donī you forget

Baby I donīt need your cash
So BABY maybe I let your
Big Wheel turn my
Fantasy
Donīt you throw that shade on me
Iīve been drinkinī down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey love into rain
Gonna turn your whiskey boy into rain and
Wash it away
Wash you away boy
Wash you down
Big Wheel