Little Amsterdam — текст песни (Tori Amos)

Don`t take me back to the Range, back to the Range.

I`m just comin` out of the cell in my brain.

Don`t go and take me back to the Range, back to the Range.

`Cause girl you`ve got to know these days, which side you`re on.





Hmm... hmm... naha-nana-neha-neh. Nana-nana-no...non...

Momma got a shit, shit. She loved a brown man.

Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff`s bed.

She`d do anything to save her man.

You see, her olives- they are cold pressed.

And her best friend is a sun dress.

But Momma, it wasn`t my bullet.





No... hon... Don`t take me back to the Range, back to the Range.

I`m just commin` out of the cell in my brain.

Don`t go and take me back to the Range, back to the Range.

`Cause girl you`ve got to know these days.





Nana, nana-nana, nana, no... nana-nana, no... no... nana-nana-

All alone got a girl in the city.

Hey, got a room and a place for two.

Got a goat and a phone. I said, boy, a-you are my Fifth Avenue.

Round an around an around I go. Round an around this time for keeps.

(Say, you weren`t to the hang man for me my baby, yea)

Round an around an around I go. Round an around this time for keeps.

(Say, you weren`t too long then for me- me my baby)

Father only you can save my soul,

And playing that organ must`a count for something, something...

Girl you`ve got to know these days.





Little Amsterdam shut down today.

They buried her with a, a butter bean bouquet.

And Sheriff now can`t ride away.

Like he said into the sunset.

And I won`t say that he shouldn`a paid.

But Momma, it wasn`t my bullet.