| Song | In The Springtime Of His Voodoo |
| Artist | Tori Amos |
| Album | Legs and Boots: Fort Myers, FL |
| Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos | |
| 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 voodoo. | |
| 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, | |
| Girls you know what I mean. | |
| When swivellin' that hip doesn't do the trick. | |
| Me pureed sanitarily | |
| Mr. Sulu | |
| Warp speed | |
| Warp speed | |
| In the Springtime of his Voodoo. | |
| 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 so | |
| Foxy, but | |
| You gotta own 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 voodoo on these prunes. | |
| In the Springtime of his voodoo. | |
| In the Springtime of his voodoo. | |
| He was going to show me spring. |
| Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
| 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 voodoo. | |
| 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, | |
| Girls you know what I mean. | |
| When swivellin' that hip doesn' t do the trick. | |
| Me pureed sanitarily | |
| Mr. Sulu | |
| Warp speed | |
| Warp speed | |
| In the Springtime of his Voodoo. | |
| 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 so | |
| Foxy, but | |
| You gotta own 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 voodoo on these prunes. | |
| In the Springtime of his voodoo. | |
| In the Springtime of his voodoo. | |
| He was going to show me spring. |