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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. Letras de cancionesFeel 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. From Letras Mania