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
Oh, every drop, that run through the vein
Always makes its 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
Oh, every drop that run through the vein
Always makes its way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic
In your boots of Chinese plastic
Hofra told us we should tolerate
The people and the things that make me wanna hate
Oh, all I have is a little bit of 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
Oh, every drop that run through the vein
Always make it's way back to the heart again
And 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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