Breathless with desire—I am on your track, girl.
With a rifle I stole from the English—I am on your track, girl.
Your husband is a camel—I am on your track, girl.
Tomorrow I shall kill him—I am on your track, girl.
Then the carrion-kites will fly low—I am on your track, girl.
With a rifle I stole from the English—I am on your track, girl.
Your husband is a camel—I am on your track, girl.
Tomorrow I shall kill him—I am on your track, girl.
Then the carrion-kites will fly low—I am on your track, girl.