Paroles de Map to the Treasure

Christmas And The Beads Of Sweat Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels? Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you books and bells Beneath Indian summer? Take my hand now There is a land now In the treasure of love. Jade and coral Perfume from Siam In the treasure of love. To your fingertips To the summer sunset In the treasure of love In the treasure of love, in the treasure of love. Light the night Oh, light the night Come my way Light the night. Come to me baby You got the look that I adore, that I understand My pretty medicine man My pretty medicine man Got pretty medicine in his head For you I bear down Soft and burning In the treasure of love In the treasure of love In the treasure of love, love. Where is your woman? Gone to Spanish Harlem? Gone to buy you pastels?