Pretenders

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
Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's 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
Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic