say it one more time Himalaya play maker, stashing goods and get the stepping Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lina Horne This way the Chiba will prevail, sail Indian
the rings inside all one by one Wondering if I could point to the place Where we first slept 'neath it's branches Oh oh Leaves once rose like an ocean
you know I love an earthman And he looks a little like you I want you to be my mer man We'll live in the sea and make mer babies Atlantic, Pacific, The Indian Ocean
I'm a Russian, Jew, American Impersonating African, Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end I guess I bought a gun Because
me no more Somebody help me I can't do this alone I crossed the Great Wall of China Spent my last dime way down the Amazon Swam the Indian Ocean been
Blowin' through Indian summer Night sky, I?d fly straight to nowhere But I?m grounded down here in the city With these faces, stern and pretty And in
cho) Where'd it go The time that I had Where'd they go The plans that I made Once upon a time was like an ocean before me Now its like a bottle full
my heart, ain't got no name Turned out he left the same Ain't it lonesome, ain't it sad I was the only happiness he ever had By Indian River the vows
, fresh lemon Regular and unscented Potpourri, wild oak, petunia Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest Country kitchen, natural prevention Orange blossom, Indian
Come on, come on, come on Uhh, yeah, Lord Finesse ya' Check it yeah, uhh, check it out Check it out Yo, my movement motion Smooth or rough as the ocean
a brothel Welcome to the night of the apostle of the lady gospel (Chorus w/ slight variations) [Verse 2] If a woman's heart is an endless ocean of secrets
what, that nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin showin your rocks Ain't you dudes heard grimey man we stole your watch It goes indian
It's automatic It's automatic When I like it, I don't hide it It's automatic It's automatic It's automatic Indian, Pacific, Arctic, and Atlantic ocean
I built all the pyramiddies And to the Sahara carried all the sand Now I was strawboss on the pyramids and the tower of Babel too I opened up the ocean
know them pictures of them forts with the wooden points all around. You probably thought them points was for Indians. But that's stupid! 'Cause Indians
Written by Harley Allen & Leslie Satcher ©1996 Ocean Bound Music/Ensign Music Corp. (BMI)/ Song Island Pub./EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI) Well she
the brave I think on its valleys with fond admiration Though never again its bright hills will I see I'm bind for to cross the wide swelling ocean In
di woman breast and bust di man dem seed Mussa perish, long time me see it Black people back up an yard inna di east Tell di Indian say fi go look fi