Lirieke: Kris Dane. Caravan.

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Caravan, drive me home
If only I could know where to begin
You have been the perfume on my skin
Knock me over Honey, I?m trying to wash you off but the well?s gone dry
Now, short while
You can drop me off, put me in quarantine
A holiday can make a dead bird shine
Soft like a feather
Caravan, rose Caravan
This Motel?s Room ain?t no good place so long
The desert heat shall burn after I?m gone
Upon my lips of leather
Sweet Lord, take me home
Caravan, Lovely Caravan
You can?t be the ?odor? dripping down my spine
I wish you could tell this bloodhound smell ain?t mine
The state of mind you?re in?
The perfume on my skin