Istanbul

Hey, Istanbul girl

You're staring at me with your Istanbul smile

Is it because of my Eastern glow

Perhaps I just made your day a little more special

Oh, Istanbul girl

I guess I'm not that kind of unicorn

Just another lost soul

Wandering your lovely Istanbul

Read me a creed he claimed

Under the bright blue fane

Sing me a song she made

In front of Sophia

Conjure me one old tale

Beneath the ground where it flows

Then find me a bed under your lord

Hey, Istanbul girl

Won't you tell me how your hair's so dense but floats

Is it because of the Western styles

Perhaps I should just let up and swing a little

Oh, Istanbul girl

But I know I'm not that kind of unicorn

Still another lost soul

Wandering your lovely Istanbul

Read me a creed he claimed

Under the bright blue fane

Sing me a song she made

In front of Sophia

Conjure me one old tale

Beneath the ground where it flows

Then find me a bed under your lord