From a kiss from her Lips
Made me dream about love
The indian was in passion
Now he suffers from love
Her mouth tasted like an apple
I still remember her tastes
The idiot without feelings
has denied him for being poor
So it seems you leave
taking with you your scent
Making the indian sad
because of his love
So it seems your false
Like a pumpkin
because anyone picks you
and later you leave him
So it seems you have
some spare feelings
always and everytime
there is money in the mix
But this indian has
what you dont have
he has strong arms
to pick himself up
and as he gets up
he never picks up
what people have picked before
So it seems you leave
taking with you your scent
Making the indian sad
because of his love
So it seems your false
Like a pumpkin
because anyone picks you
and later you leave him
So it seems you have
some spare feelings
always and everytime
there is money in the mix
But this indian has
what you dont have
he has strong arms
to pick himself up
and as he gets up
he never picks up
what people have picked before
and as he gets up
he never picks up
what people have picked before