get off the cross, we need the wood

Big Wheel

i been on my knees but you’re so hard,
won’t be pleased that you
take me, take me in
so you are a superstar
get off the cross, we need the wood

somehow you will rise, but with attitude
i know, honey, you’re a pro
but baby i don’t need your cash
mama got it all in hell now

big wheel turn my fantasy
don’t you throw that shade on me
i’ve been drinking down your pain
i’m gonna turn that whiskey into rain
wash it away, wash it away, boy
wash you away now

gimmie 8, a-gimmie 7, a-gimmie 6,
gimmie 5, gimmie 4, a-gimmie 3
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’ll leave you