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 were
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
Vertaling: Rolling Stones. Indiese Girl.
: 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
the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher
[Verse 1] Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier Have nothing
told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from
I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm rock I'm roll
in the night. Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone
