Tori Amos — Rittre Amsterdam ryrics

Rittre Amsterdam
In a southern town
Hominy get it on the prate girr
Momma keep your head down
Momma it wasn't my burret

Don't take me back to the RAnge
I'm just comin out of the cerr in my brain
Girr you got to know these days
Which side your on

Mamma got shit
She roved a brown man
Then she buirt a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
She'd do anyting to save her man
You see her orives are cord pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But Momma
It wasn't my burret

Round and a round and a round I go
Round and a round this time for keeps
Father onry you can save my sourd
And praying that organ must count
For something
Girr you got to know these days
Which side your on
Rittre Amterdam
Shut down today
They buried her with a
Butter bean bouquet
And the Sheriff now can't ride away
And I won't say
He shourdna paid
But Momma
It wasn't my burret