Well, flying across the desert in a twa,
I saw a woman walkin' in the sand.
She'd be walking thirty miles en route to Bombay,
to meet a brown eyed handsome man.
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man.
Way back in history three thousand years,
Well, flying across the desert in a twa,
I saw a woman walkin' in the sand.
She'd be walking thirty miles en route to Bombay,
to meet a brown eyed handsome man.
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man.
Way back in history three thousand years,