Bay of Bombay (Studio Version)

Oh won't you take me away to the bay of Bombay

I wanna lose my virtues on the yellow wave

And my eyes are sore, finger tips rubbed raw

While a man he hurt me and I cried

For more

A girl is way too young, too tight

Confused with the filter of dry dry light, I

Want to see the star shaped with shining bright, wanna

Lose myself in moody flight

And mommy taught me how to sing

You couldn't teach me more of anything

Your eyes would look at the food you cooked

And the clothes you cleaned and ironed

But you just see ships floating away

Won't you take me away to the Bay of Bombay

I'll lose my virtues on the yellow wave, my

Eyes are sore, finger tips rubbed raw

A man he hurt me and I cried

For more

I give my soul to some folk for free, I

Give them too much cos they make me weak, and I'll be

Running scared and running to cold, so

Whom I'm gonna have more when I, also grow old

And momma you taught me how to sing

You couldn't teach me much more of anything, anything

Your eyes would look at the food you cooked

And the clothes you cleaned and meticulously ironed

But you just see ships floating away

Won't you take me away to the Bay of Bombay

I want lose my virtues on the yellow wave

My eyes are sore, fingertips rubbed raw

And many have hurt me and I cried

For more

Oh, won't you take me away

Oh, won't you take me away

Take me away, away

Take me away

Oh, won't you take me away

Weee, won't you take me away

Take me away oh, take me away

To where those bounding yellow waves play

Bounded fully saturated yellow

Saffron waves

On the shores of Bombay