Tekster:
Amos Tori

Let's go I am not your Senorita I am not from your tribe In the garden, in the garden I did no crime I am not your Senorita I am not from your tribe

If you're a thought You will want me To think you And I do Invited a guest Up until You announced You had moved in "what do you plan to do With all your

The power of orange knickers, the power of orange knickers The power of orange knickers, under my petticoat The power of listening to what, you don't

Drivin' in my Saab On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time Drivin' with my friends On my way to Ireland It's been a long time

Can you patch my jeans Peggy Ann Just a little stitch to mend the hole He has torn, if you can Maybe I've got too set in my ways He says she reminds

General Joy I know, I know You'll take me there (Where your boys were left behind) General Joy it seems you need A soldier girl (Now they have liberty

There was a garden, in the beginning Before the fall, before genesis There was a tree there, a tree of knowledge Sophia would insist, you must eat of

Airplanes take you away again Are you flying above where we live Then I look up, a glare in my eyes Are you having regrets about last night I'm not but

I thought it was Easter time The way the light rose, rose that morning Lately you've been on my mind You showed me the rope, ropes to climb Over mountains