Boots Of Chinese Plastic Lyrics One, two, three, four Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please
Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees
Illusion fills my head like an empty can
Spent a million lifetimes loving the same man
Whoa! Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too,
Govinda I am still in love with you
I see you in the birds and in the trees
That's why they call me Krishna Mayee
Whoa! Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic
Hoffa told us we should tolerate the people and the things that make me wanna hate
Oh have a little mixed mercy on me, this seasoned beauty in this human pageantry
Jesus Christ came down here as a living man
If he can live a life of virtue then I hope I can
Unto others as you would have a turn
Back here and repeat until you learn, learn, learn
Whoa! Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
Every dog that lived his life on a chain knows what it's like
Waiting for nothing!
And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of chinese plastic
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Songwriters: Ann Farina / Christine Hynde / John Farina / Santo Farina
Boots of Chinese Plastic lyrics © Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC
Don't Cut Your Hair
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Don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair, don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair, whatever you do!
From Impanema to the Copacabana
Woh, the monkey (?) their asses for a piece of bananna
Pornstar (?) 'cause they're all after the money
But ya never got a taste of baby (?) love ya honey
Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah!
Whatever you do!
Beefsteak, clothes in a box of erasers
Oooh, they love the dirty paper with elderly faces
If I could see you in your glory baby, even for a minute
I'll give up my shelter and everything that's in it
Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah!
Don't cut it, don't chop it
It's like the bomb if you got it don't drop it
If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it
Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it
Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want its
Eeee-yeee!
From Miami to the Sunset Strip
All the guys...
Though you look like a girl (?, ?) from afar,
Close that curtain mama doesn't know what you are
Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't
Don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair
Whatever you do!
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Chrissie Hynde
Don't Cut Your Hair lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Fund Limited
25 авг 2023
