: I never saw what was coming at me I didnt hear what was said what i held in the palm of my hands was it just in my head chorus I never walked down
: chorus cause its like now or never baby do you , you really love me if you give up baby not the time to tell cause its like now or never baby do
: Pretty baby don't you feel so right now Pretty baby don't you feel so free Now were leaving cuz school's out baby Come on baby cuz your here with me
wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way I wanna go where the wind calls my name The wind is calling India India India It's a
: Close your eyes The physical can be so blind In my eyes The innocent can be so wise It's not about black or white This is wrong or right Can you take
: You?re like a cool breeze, on a summer?s day You are a river running through the desert plain You are my shelter, from the pouring rain You were my
: Come ye ye who would have peace Hear me what I say now I say come ye ye who would have peace It?s time to learn how to pray I say come ye ye who have
: [Verse 1:] Easy like Sunday mornin like an angel callin he takin me all in and i'm embrassin him with my skin Like a glimmer of life like a vision
: You are the sunshine of my life another Shakespeare of your time Your like a ribbon in the sky you are a poet's endless rhyme You take me to a higher
All these girls these cribs these cars? I hate to say it but it seem so flawed Success didnt come til I cut it all off [Verse 2: India.Arie] Little girl
: [Verse 1:] I am not hurt When you fill my heart with joy. Was I blind to the truth Just there to fill the spaces? And now you have no intrest In anything
m on tambourine Bet your, your bottom dollar on me It's Indie rock'n'roll for me It's Indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need It's Indie rock'n'roll
on a Tambourine Betcha, your bottom dolla' on me It's Indie Rock and Roll for me It's Indie Rock and Roll, for me It's all I need. It's Indie
on tambourine Bet your, your bottom dollar on me It's Indie rock'n'roll for me It's Indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need It's Indie rock'n'
: i like the line between your belly and your thighs the smell of your hair the sparkle in your eyes the smoke in your breath the breathing hard and
: Indian summer, fresh mown grass, Girls in the attic looking on them. Indian summer, call me back, Someone tell me there's another way. Is it loud?
: Little Indian girl, where is your mama? Little Indian girl, where is your papa? He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya All the children
Give it back to the Indians! Two cents more to smoke a Lucky, Dodging busses keep you thin, Now New York is simply ducky, Give it back to the Indians!