Big Wheel

Iâ??ve been on the other side Got my lips smacked Now theyâ??re dry Then you Call me Call me in You think I am your possession Youâ??re messing with a Southern girl But my recipe is on With your stale bread Yeah itâ??s hot But baby I donâ??t need your cash So baby maybe Iâ??ll let your Big wheel turn my fantasy Donâ??t you throw your shade on me Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain Wash it away, wash it away, Wash you away, boy Let's go I've been on my knees but youâ??re so hard, Wonâ??t be pleased that you Take me, take me in So you are a superstar Get off the cross, we need the wood Somehow you will rise, but with attitude I know, honey, youâ??re a pro But baby I donâ??t need your cash Mama got it all in hell now Big wheel turn my fantasy Donâ??t you throw that shade on me Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain Wash it away, wash it away, boy Wash you away now Gimmie eight, A gimmie seven, A gimmie six, Gimmie five, Gimmie four, A gimmie three I-I-I am an M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget, M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget, M-I-L-F, donâ??t you forget Baby, I donâ??t need your cash So baby maybe Iâ??ll leave you Big wheel turn my fantasy Donâ??t you throw that shade on me Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain Big wheel turn my fantasy Donâ??t you throw that shade on me Iâ??ve been drinking down your pain Iâ??m gonna turn that whiskey into rain Gonna turn your whiskey, boy Into rain Wash you away Wash you away boy Wash you down Big wheel. --- Big Wheel - Tori Amos