Tori Amos
Tori Amos - Little Amsterdam songtekst
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Little Amsterdam In a southern town Hominy get it on the plate, girl Momma keep your head down Momma, it wasn't my bullet Don't take me back to the range, back to the range I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain Don't take me back to the range, back to the range 'Cause, girl, you got to know these days which side you're on Hmm Na na na... Mamma got a shot, shit She loved a brown man Then she built a bridge in the sheriff's bed She'd do anyting to save her man You see her olives, they are cool pressed And her best friend is a sun dress But Momma, it wasn't my bullet, no, oh Don't take me back to the range, back to the range I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain Don't take me back to the range, back to the range 'Cause, girl you got to know these days Hmm Na na na... 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, you are my Fifth Avenue" 'Round and around and around I go (Say you are willing to hang around for me, my babe) 'Round and around this time for keeps 'Round and around and around I go (Say you are willing to hang around for me, my babe) 'Round and around this time for keeps Father only you can save my soul And playing that organ must count For something, something Girl, you got to know these days Little Amsterdam, shot down today They buried her with a butter bean bouquet And the sheriff now can't ride away Like he said into the sunset and I won't say That he shouldn't have paid But Momma, it wasn't my bullet