In The Springtime Of His Voodoo — Tori Amos

Standin' on the corner in Winslow, Arizona And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song Two girls, 65 Got a piece tied up in the back seat Honey we're recovering Christians

In the springtime of his voodoo He was going to show me spring 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 Mr. Sulu warp speed, warp speed

In the springtime of his voodoo

Every road leads back to my door Every road I will follow Every road leads back to my door Got all your crosses loaded

And I know she's not that foxy, boys I said I know she's not that foxy, but You gotta owe something sometimes You gotta owe When you're your mother's sunshine You've got to give something sometimes When you're the sweetest cherry In an apple pie I need some voodoo on these prunes

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