Her turquoise lips kiss me like a lover. Her silver eyes see right through my veins. Her Indian heart asks when I'll return to her. Her Spanish soul begs
s wrong with your automobile? Warden, warden listen to me Be brave and set Geronimo free Governor, governor, isn't it strange You never see your car on the Indian
sunset You will make love to me to your very best Hey, hey, I'm a Jack on fire Hey, hey, your lips kiss Jack on fire Way back in the Indian days Nothing
bad The rhythm of the earth Makes my heart want to dance Run till you run out of breath But the clouds will follow you there Sometimes colors of sunset
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
at our place His name is Ace We got the hummingbirds comin' in Hittin' those sugar water feeders and buzzin' off again Floatin' in the wind Then the sunset
different as anybodys fingerprint is And foreign is a form of the antonym Put me in the same category you would put Marilyn Manson in Bugging like a satanic evangelist Jogging butt-naked down sunset
your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you books And bells beneath Indian
set geronimo free Governor, governor, oh isn't it strange You never seen a car on the indian range (chorus) People, people, oh don't you know The indian
day till the first fading light Be with my western girl, 'round the fire, oh so bright I'd be the Indians' friend, let them live to be free Ridin' into the sunset
set Geronimo free Governor, governor oh Isn't it strange You never see a car On the Indian range [Chorus] People, people oh Don't you know The Indian
more time Himalaya playmaker, stashing goods and get the stepping Seven minutes in heaven, so I gleam the Lina Horne [Geechie Suede] This way the Cheeba will prevail, sail Indian
marching by my door and a tap upon my phone And a freeway inching toward me that would someday eat my home And the smokestacks hid a sunset that would
trying She goes off like and air-raid siren Completely torn apart A Bad liver and a broken heart A Bad liver and a broken heart Indian summer Oklahoma sunset
. I saw twilight car waxers, corpulent dog walkers, clean canny couples on the sunset strip, From a tower forty miles to the east of Augusta saw a plague on the Indian
at the water glistenin off my body Picture me an Indian princess diamond necklace from the house of cartier Picture us layin on silk sheets looking at the sunset
the water glistenin off my body Picture me an Indian princess diamond necklace from the house of cartier Picture us layin on silk sheets looking at the sunset