GIRLS OF JALNA

Turn out the radio it's telling the news,
some well dressed man is singing the blues,
cigarette smokes us in the air,
up to the ceiling and wall to wall.

By your window, outside your door,
they would meet you anywhere at all.

They look at me and I see love in their eyes,
sweet smiling girls.

Rhyme and time on a shaky old desk,
nothing serious just ten minute tales,
if I were you I'd get out of this place,
and head for the hill.

Out in the country forests and trees,
birds and fishes down by the stream.

They look at me and I see love in their eyes,
sweet smiling girls.

I want to tell you, I don't mean what I say,
just want to hurt you some funny way.

They look at me and I see love in their eyes,
sweet smiling girls of Jalna.