Indian Lover Songtext

Jude

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Indian Lover Songtext
And if you wed another,
I would have to kill you.
Both in bed my lover,
I would rather see you
Dead and under covers
Than in front of the world
Exposing for all others,
Skin in which I curled.

I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover Boy.
Feel my joy.

And if you touch a man
Than you can fully expect
I will abort my plan
To woe you so circumspect.
I'll cross the gates of hell and sell
What is left then of my soul
And in exchange
I'll lay away my dying role.

I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover Boy.
Feel my joy.

Aesthetic discipline
And caked in mud
I would go down to the river
Wait and controlling the flow that used to
Not eating a stitch of meat nowhere,
No leather on my back
Until I knew which one was better
To love or the lacking.

And if you go at last and leave me here
I will slowly run the gas into
Invisible
And think I'll ring the match,
I'll strike one mortal final blow
For every fool dispatched
I'll retire in my burning inferno.

I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover Boy.
Feel my joy.
I'd be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover.
I would be your Indian Lover Boy.
Feel my joy.
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