India

India
Youre my love song
India, youre my love song in the flowers
You can have me in the flowers
We will dance alone and live our useless lives

India stupid on the carpet floor
India stupid on the carpet floor
We dance upon the carpet floor
And reel around

India
India
India
India

India
Im American, ha ha ha
India
Caroline is really great
She serves the muck upon a tray
And little rich boy dont you cry
You kiss me in the anodyne
See the ceiling raining spit
The beach is backwards, isnt it?

India dont you cry

India
See the ceiling raining tears
You will cry a thousand tears
All the women form a line
Put your face upon a line
This is for the discotheque
This is stupid, I object
And I love you and I love you, and
Please me, please me, please me
Please me, please me, please me
Please me, please me, please me

India
India
India
India