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In The Springtime Of His Voodoo - Lyrics by Tori Amos


Lyrics

Standin on a corner in Winslow Arizona
and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song
2 girls 65 got a piece tied up in the back seat
'Honey we're recovering Christians'

In the springtime of his vodoo
He was going to show me spring

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
Girl you know what I mean
when swivelin that hip doesn't do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily Mr. Sulu
warp speed
warp speed
warp speed

In the springtime of his vodoo
In the springtime of his vodoo

Every road leads back to my door
[And right there for a minute]
Every road I will follow
[I knew you so well]
Every road leads back to my door
[And right there for a minute]
Got all your crosses loaded

And I know she's not than foxy boys
I said I know she's not that foxy but
You gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe 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 vodoo on these prunes

In the springtime of his vodoo
In the springtime of his vodoo
He was going to show me spring