Tibetan Pop Stars Songtext

von Hop Along

How content are with ones with simple demands? They meet their fiancés cherry picking out in Canada.
While cursing the river, a seven fingered man, his three sleepless wives all equally sick of him.

Honey I left to see some action. What's with all these swamps? All I'm passing are hospitals and space-camps. Nobody is asking me "What about your other?" If they did I'd tell them you're a

Stanger in India
I'm gonna be creepin' on you so hard
You're seducin' Tibetan pop stars and
Wreckin' motor-cars

I know its true. This Is wrong love. Why is everything so expensive? Maybe in two years you can forgive me. I'll be living kinder. I'll have found my place as a

Stanger in India
I'm gonna be creepin' on you so hard
You're seducin' Tibetan pop stars and
Wreckin' motor-cars

A stranger in India. Doing ok so far. I'm just waiting on the feathers and tar. You are the only one. You are.

Nobody deserves you the way that I do.

Come home my stranger in India because waiting on you is too hard. The reason I haven't written back is because I'm still doing all that bad sh** I was.

My love is average. I obey an average law.