In The Springtime Of His Voodoo — текст песни (Tori Amos)

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...