Indian princess
Little white squaw
Better step lightly
Or you might get caught
When walking through the trees (ooh-la-la, ooh-la-la, ooh la)
Remember your dreams
Of colored beads
On your leather sleeves
You'd better lie still
Because a hunter has skill
And a gun will kill
Go and hide in the hills
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