Текст песни Tori Amos - In The Springtime Of His Voodoo
Tori Amos - In The Springtime Of His Voodoo слова песни
Standin` on a corner in Winslow, Arizona,
And I`m quite sure I`m in the wrong song.
Two girls, sixty-five, got a piece tied up in the back seat,
"Oh honey, we`re Recovering Christians."
In the Springtime of his voodoo.
He-he-he was going to show me spring.
Who... who who...
And right there for a minute, I knew you so... well.
And right there for a minute, I knew you so... well.
Got an angry snatch, girls you know what I mean,
When swivelin` that hip doesn`t do the trick.
Me pureed sanitarily, Mister Sulu- a warp speed, a warp speed,
A yeay, yeay, yeay, yeay, hey...
In the Springtime of his voodoo, hey.
In the Springtime of his voodoo, hey, yow.
Every road lead back to my door.
(And right there for a minute.)
Every road I follow. (I knew you so well.)
Every road leads back to my door.
(And right there for a minute.)
Got all your crosses loaded. (I knew...)
A-and I know she`s not that `foxy,` boys, yes.
I said, I know she`s not that `foxy,` but,
You gotta owe something sometimes.
You gotta owe boys, when you`re your momma`s sunshine.
You`ve got to give something sometimes,
When you`re the sweetest cherry in an apple pie.
I need some voodoo, oh hoh, on these prunes.
Sure, who... who...
In the Springtime of his voodoo, heya.
In the Springtime of his voodoo, yes, he,
He-he-he was going to show me spring...