India

India,
your my love song,
India,
your 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
i'm american
ha ha ha
india
caroline is really great
she serves the muck upon a tray
and little rich boy don't you cry
you kiss me in the anodine
see the ceiling raining spit
the beach is backwards
isn't it

india
don't 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