Текст песни Tori Amos - Little Amsterdam
Tori Amos - Little Amsterdam слова песни
Little AmsterdamIn a southern townHominy get it on your plate girlMomma keep your head downMomma wasn`t my bulletDon`t take me back to the RangeI`m just comin` out of the cell in my brainDojn`t take me back to the RangeGirl you got to know these daysWhich side your onMomma got shitShe loved a brown manThen she built a bridge in the sheriff`s bedShe`d do anything to save her manYou see her olives they are cold pressedAnd her best friend is a sun dressBut MommaIt wasn`t my bulletDon`t take me back to the RangeI`m just comin` out of the cell in my brainDojn`t take me back to the RangeGirl you got to know these daysAll aloneGot a girl in the cityHey, got a room and a place for twoGot a goat and a phone, I said boyYou are my Fifth AvenueRound and a round and a round I goRound and a round this time for keepsFather only you can save my soulAnd playing that organ must count for somethingGirl you got to know these daysLittle AmsterdamShut down todayThey buried her with a butter bean bouquetAnd the sheriff now can`t ride awayLike he said into the sunsetAnd I won`t sayHe shouldna paidBut MommaIt wasn`t my bullet