india  india

you're my love song

india you're 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 anodyne

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 meplease me

india india india india