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Текст (слова) песни: Tori Amos - Little Amsterdam


Don`t take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
I`m just comin` out of the cell in my brain.
Don`t go and take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
`Cause girl you`ve got to know these days, which side you`re on.
Hmm... hmm... naha-nana-neha-neh. Nana-nana-no...non...
Momma got a shit, shit. She loved a brown man.
Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff`s bed.
She`d do anything to save her man.
You see, her olives- they are cold pressed.
And her best friend is a sun dress.
But Momma, it wasn`t my bullet.
No... hon... Don`t take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
I`m just commin` out of the cell in my brain.
Don`t go and take me back to the Range, back to the Range.
`Cause girl you`ve got to know these days.
Nana, nana-nana, nana, no... nana-nana, no... no... nana-nana-
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, a-you are my Fifth Avenue.
Round an around an around I go. Round an around this time for keeps.
(Say, you weren`t to the hang man for me my baby, yea)
Round an around an around I go. Round an around this time for keeps.
(Say, you weren`t too long then for me- me my baby)
Father only you can save my soul,
And playing that organ must`a count for something, something...
Girl you`ve got to know these days.
Little Amsterdam shut down today.
They buried her with a, a butter bean bouquet.
And Sheriff now can`t ride away.
Like he said into the sunset.
And I won`t say that he shouldn`a paid.
But Momma, it wasn`t my bullet.

 

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