Ooh, oohTen men of Indians smiled in a rowNow I bet there are many, so how would I know?And she was only one woman, only one womanAnd IÆve got a picture of the woman I love, ohWho sees her lovely face, who sees my shame?Nobody in my place can tell me her nameæCause she was only one woman, only one womanAnd IÆve got a picture of the woman I love Ten men of Indians and now that are noneI bet there are many and the life still goes onæCause she was only one woman, only one womanAnd IÆve got the picture of the woman I loveWell, she was only one woman, only one woman
And IÆve got the picture of the woman I love ….