Turn out the radio it’s telling the news
Some well dressed man is singing the blues
Cigarette smokes us in the air
Up to the ceiling and wall to wall
By your window, outside your door
They would meet you anywhere at all
They look at me and I see love in their eyes
Sweet smiling girls
Rhyme and time on a shaky old desk
Nothing serious just ten minute tales
If I were you I’d get out of this place
And head for the hill
Out in the country forests and trees
Birds and fishes down by the stream
They look at me and I see love in their eyes
Sweet smiling girls
I want to tell you, I don’t mean what I say
Just want to hurt you some funny way
They look at me and I see love in their eyes
Sweet smiling girls of Jalna