I could tell the truthnBut you wouldn't understand menI could blame it on my youthnBut you might call me crazynnThere's something going onnAnd I know where it's leadingnIt's been going on for longnIt's mystery repeating - againnnSister lovers you come undonenMothers and daughters are second to nonenI wish I had the guts to go in therenOh IndiannI can't talk to younCause you don't talk to strangersnSo what am I to donI don't know how to change itnnSister lovers you come undonenMothers and daughters are second to nonenI wish I had the guts to go in therenOh India