Tori Amos - Toodles Mr Jim - Текст песни

Toodles mr. jim

You cherry picker

Toodles I say, so long

Hear that your graves a little warm you stickler

Sing em all your happy song

Its today, today someday

By your grave

I say toodles mr. jim

You cherry picker

Taught me so well

How to spell those red in

And

And

Hey

You know she deserved that nose

Splattered and swattered blood in my hands

Not a nice day for your little girl

But you came to my aid instead

But, now its toodles mr. jim

You cherry picker

Build that ladder well

Teach me just where those boys can climb

When theyve got a spell

Toodles mr. jim

You are my sweet favourite neighbor of them all

Let them girls go to their parties

I dont care cause Im with you, still

"that was toodles mr. jim

Mr. jim died, two weeks ago

And he taught me how to pick cherries

And I punched his daughter in the nose

Because she was mean

Mr. jim was good"