Traces of Open Doors and Danger
Sniff of thoughts left un-fulfilled
A situation that's escaped away...
The girl Smells of Bombay...
One eye guilty and one accuses
And the ying-yang still refuses...
To own the look... that's gone ashtray...
The girl Smells of Bombay...
Her Delightful body... Dying to be held...
And the pride being Mercifully felled
Green fairies fighting demons for the right of way...
Monsoon laden July and May...
And the girl smells of Bombay...