"All That She Wants [Banghra Version]" as written by and Jenny/berggren Buddha,-/berggren....
She leads a lonely life
She leads a lonely life

When she woke up late in the morning light
And the day had just begun
She opened up her eyes and thought
Oh, what a morning
It's not a day for work
It's a day for catching sun
Just laying on the beach and having fun
She's going to get you

All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby

(All that she wants)

(All that she wants)

So if you are in sight and the day is right
She's a hunter, you're the fox
The gentle voice that talks to you
Won't talk forever
It is a night for passion
But the morning means goodbye
Beware of what is flashing in her eyes
She's going to get you

All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby

All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow, boy
All that she wants is another baby

All that she wants
All that she wants


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"All That She Wants" as written by Marlin Berggren Jonas Berggren

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    General CommentThe song crawls out of the sludge from the bottom of the Indus River, from beneath the ruins of Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro. The burning sun tries in vain to penetrate the thick foliage of the ancient fig tree beneath which she reclines: the thousand-faced mistress of the myriad temples, the dancer, the priestess, the worshiper, she who speaks wisdom without words, the idol, the eternally pregnant singer....
    NomadMonadon March 11, 2014   Link
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    General CommentShe who alone knows why no human remains were ever recovered from the excavated city, the Mother of the thousand abortions, the One who gave birth to the beats of the rhythm - and the space between each beat, the unnameable principle of dread... the slow flow of the river at sunset obscured by smoke of human flesh from the smoldering ghats...
    NomadMonadon May 21, 2015   Link

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