Big Wheel - Live In Buffalo 10/24/07

I've been on the other side
 Got my lips smacked now they're dry
 Then you call me, call me in
 You think I am your possession
 You're messing with a southern girl
 But my recipe is on with your
 Stale bread, yeah, it's hot
 But, baby, I don't need your cash
 So, baby, maybe I let your
 Big wheel turn my fantasy
 Don't you throw your shade on me
 I've been drinking down your pain
 Going to turn that whiskey into rain
 And wash it away
 Wash it away
 Wash it away, boy
 Let's go
 I've been on my knees
 But you're so hard, hard to please
 Did you take me, take me in
 So you are a superstar
 Get off the cross, we need the wood
 Somehow you will rise
 But without a tool
 I know, honey, you're a pro
 But, baby, I don't need your cash
 Mama got it all in hand now
 Big wheel turn my fantasy
 Don't you throw that shade on me
 I've been drinking down your pain
 Going to turn that whiskey into rain
 And wash it away
 Wash it away
 Wash it away, boy
 Give me eight
 Give me seven
 Give me six
 Give me five
 Give me four
 Give me three
 I, I, I am a M.I.L.F., don't you forget
 M.I.L.F., don't you forget
 M.I.L.F., don't you forget
 Baby, I don't need your cash
 So, baby, maybe I let your
 Big wheel turn my fantasy
 Don't you throw that shade on me
 I've been drinking down your pain
 Going to turn that whiskey into rain
 And let your
 Big wheel turn my fantasy
 Don't you throw that shade on me
 I've been drinking down your pain
 Going to turn that whiskey love into rain
 Going to turn your whiskey, boy, into rain
 And wash it away
 Wash you away, boy
 Wash you down
 Big wheel