Traces of open doors and danger
A snick of the unfulfilled
A situation that escaped away
The girl smells like Bombay
Restless war finds peace
Joy makes love to disease
And then white decays to grey
The girl smells like Bombay
One eye guilty, one accuses
And the Ying Yang refuses
To own the look gone astray
The girl smells like Bombay
The wasted years in her words
Stones being killed by angry birds
Monsoon laden July and May
The girl smells like Bombay
The delightful body dying to be held
And pride being mercifully feld
Green fairies fighting demons for right of way
The girl, she smells of Bombay.
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