Žodžiai dainai: Tori Amos. In The Springtime Of His Voodoo.

Hey, yes, hey, play, play, yeah.
Kyean, hey you, sweet, sweet, sweet a to my a loo, yes.
Hey, hey, yeam.
Hey, such a wang strang while you're up, yeay.
You keep a-walking, keep a-walkin' boy, yeah.
Hey, mmm, sweet.
Well, let with me wash you. Yeah, walk down.
Huh, just keep on boilin' at me. Watch it, yeah.
Hey, hear me and me, yeah.
Sure. Who... Who...

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...