Song | Little Indian Angel |
Artist | Enuff Z'nuff |
Album | Enuff Z'nuff |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vie, Znuff | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
I'm a lone rider | |
On a trail that never ends. | |
Just an outsider, | |
Don't turn my back | |
On any friends. | |
Then she got me | |
With that arrow, | |
And she somehow weaved | |
Together my loose ends. | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
With my guns loaded, | |
It's another nasty town. | |
Though I won't show it, | |
It's enough to bring me down. | |
But in our teepee | |
We're not sleeping, | |
And there's guns and arrows | |
Scattered on the ground, yeah. | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
When I need romance, | |
I do a rain dance. | |
She starts poppin', | |
The rain droppin'. | |
And with my big gun | |
I shoot another one. | |
And on target, ooh, I get | |
So wrapped up, the peace pipe, | |
It's cookin'. | |
Warriors come but we just | |
Look away. |
zuo ci : Vie, Znuff | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
I' m a lone rider | |
On a trail that never ends. | |
Just an outsider, | |
Don' t turn my back | |
On any friends. | |
Then she got me | |
With that arrow, | |
And she somehow weaved | |
Together my loose ends. | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
With my guns loaded, | |
It' s another nasty town. | |
Though I won' t show it, | |
It' s enough to bring me down. | |
But in our teepee | |
We' re not sleeping, | |
And there' s guns and arrows | |
Scattered on the ground, yeah. | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
When I need romance, | |
I do a rain dance. | |
She starts poppin', | |
The rain droppin'. | |
And with my big gun | |
I shoot another one. | |
And on target, ooh, I get | |
So wrapped up, the peace pipe, | |
It' s cookin'. | |
Warriors come but we just | |
Look away. |
zuò cí : Vie, Znuff | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
I' m a lone rider | |
On a trail that never ends. | |
Just an outsider, | |
Don' t turn my back | |
On any friends. | |
Then she got me | |
With that arrow, | |
And she somehow weaved | |
Together my loose ends. | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
With my guns loaded, | |
It' s another nasty town. | |
Though I won' t show it, | |
It' s enough to bring me down. | |
But in our teepee | |
We' re not sleeping, | |
And there' s guns and arrows | |
Scattered on the ground, yeah. | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
How are ya, | |
My little Indian angel? | |
When I need romance, | |
I do a rain dance. | |
She starts poppin', | |
The rain droppin'. | |
And with my big gun | |
I shoot another one. | |
And on target, ooh, I get | |
So wrapped up, the peace pipe, | |
It' s cookin'. | |
Warriors come but we just | |
Look away. |