The Arab

You believe what he said next, you believe what he said next, you believe what
he said next
«So my life is a life I really want to lead
But I want to lead it on my own
And I didn’t want a lover that was so much bother
So I’d rather that the bother was gone
So I’m gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.»
A camel ride’s a bumpy ride through the night to where we’re going
I hope you packed yourself a bag you never know what’s gonna happen
Now I’m here waiting for the man to bring me something else to write
Now I’m here waiting for the boy to bring me something new to try
You won’t believe where she has gone
You’re gonna scream when I let on
'Cause she said she ain’t coming home
Well he said he didn’t love her and he went home to his mother
And she knew that the damage was done
So she bought herself a ticket and she flew out to the desert
And she’s living with an Arab and his son, and his son. (his son)
(Son)
She thinks he loves her for her mind
He thinks he loves her for her brawn
A camel ride’s a dirty ride and cold as ice, at night, the desert
I’m reaching in the bag I packed and searching for a return ticket
Now I’m here waiting for the plane to take me back to where I’m from
Now I’m here waiting for the car to take me back to my own home