India, India, India. India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow. India, India, India. . I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision. Looking for a guru such a decision.
No kind of love. No kind of love. . I don't wanna make no scene. Lovers come and go. . Or make you mrs. anyone. Or make you mr. me. . I'm into you like a train.
Heavy duty pleasure zone. The schools are empty and they're on their own. Teenage libido they've got it made. A touch of make-up an d they make the grade.