blue And waiting all alone But, if when you hear My love call, ringing clear, ooh And I hear you're Answering a call so dear, ooh Then I will know That our love
"Ooh!" "Ooh!" So echoes of sweet love notes gently fall Thru the forest stillness, As fond waiting Indian lovers call! When the lone lagoon Stirs in
answer too-oo-oo That means I offer my love to you to be your own If you refuse me I will be blue and waiting all alone But if when you hear my love call
Tradução: Nieve, Hank. India Love Call.
Tradução: Slim Whitman. India Love Call.
Tradução: Los Browns. India Love Call.
line. Like the wind inside an aluminum can. At a pay phone in a donut shop. She called a friend back home. Were all worried theyve called the cops. Are
ahhhhhhh) Indian Mi real [?] Indian Scream out (scream out) Talk yuh a gypsy gal Mi real Indian, India to Pakistan Any wish part yuh deh inna the nation gyal [Verse 1:] Mi love
with Tyga) [Chorus:] Look I'm so raw Turn da oven on Cheff papa johns I get the parmesan [Verse 1:] She want ah yellow nigga Corn on the cobb Indian
burned Down on the pavement the laws are learned It's so hard to get warm where It's so easy to get burned When a sister called up And said that love
listen m-m-m-mentor oh girl you look so beautiful with that moonlight shining on you i wanna hold you i wanna touch you and squeeza you and love you all
t got time to waste (check it) {*Jay-Z sings*} Why is you over here lookin at me while all these girls up in here? [Jay-Z] What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like indian
: (feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick & Q-Tip) [Jay-Z] Course I love you.. I love all y'all Hehehe, hehehe, f'real [Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That's all right, my love
LT;/a> When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That's all right, my love, 'cause you're
in a Bethlehem Woh lord, lord, woh nigh Verse 3: Woh, all sons of Selassie me a talk If unoo love di reggae music, mek di kette drum talk Indian
my phone Bitch named Symone Screamin, she feenin for the semen Me being the man that I am Took it to her condo, pronto (uh-huh) Half Indian, I called
