Whose shoe, his head, a heart, a city small and wide,
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, in your tides.
Deceived, departed, where to, fate's a tangled thread,
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, where dreams lie dead.
What did you find here, but a cut purse, a lost heart,
The hues of this city, tear my soul apart.
What did you find here, but a cut purse, a lost heart,
The hues of this city, tear my soul apart.
No mall, but life remains, escape, run, sir, depart,
Whose shoe, his head, a heart, a city, a work of art.
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, from the start.
Eyes wander, with such pride, a dog by their side,
Love for the beast, but for humans, love denied.
Eyes wander, with such pride, a dog by their side,
Love for the beast, but for humans, love denied.
Behold, fair beauty, we too are fair, don't boast,
Whose shoe, his head, a heart, a city, a work of art.
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, from the coast.
With a motorcar near, thirty thousand in the bank,
Love all you can here, when riches rank.
With a motorcar near, thirty thousand in the bank,
Love all you can here, when riches rank.
No suit, no boots, see love and fear it starts.
Whose shoe, his head, a heart, a city, a work of art.
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, from the heart.
Deceived, departed, where to, fate's a tangled thread,
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, where dreams lie dead.
What did you find here, but a cut purse, a lost heart,
The hues of this city, tear my soul apart.
No mall, but life remains, escape, run, sir, depart,
Whose shoe, his head, a heart, a city, a work of art.
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, from the start.
Deceived, departed, where to, fate's a tangled thread,
Oh, what a wonder, Bombay, where dreams lie dead.
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