Jamila Songtext
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She's one of the Eastern ladies, the hand of Fatima protects her.
She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer.
Her body is hanging the silver rings
And when she's moving you can hear them ring
She moves her hips and she moves her hands
Her finger symbols start to play with her now.
La la la la, la la la la.
She's one of the Eastern ladies, you can feel her charisma.
She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer.
Her body is hanging the silver rings
And when she's moving you can hear them ring
She moves her hips and she moves her hands
Her finger symbols start to play with her now.
La la la la, la la la la.
She's one of the Eastern ladies, you can feel her charisma.
She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer.
Slowly she moves and then faster and faster
You must move quickly if you want to catch her
The beat of the dumba, the sound of the hude
You can understand life when you see her move.
La la la, hey, la la la, hey!
She's one of the Eastern ladies, you can feel her charisma,
She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer.
Slowly she moves and then faster and faster
You must move quickly if you want to catch her
The beat of the dumba, the sound of the hude
You can understand life when you see her move.
La la la la la la la la la la.
Slowly she moves and then faster and faster
You must move quickly if you want to catch her
The beat of the dumba, the sound of the hude
You can understand life when you see her move.
La la la, hey, la la la, hey!
She's one of the Eastern ladies, you can feel her charisma,
She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer.
Slowly she moves and then faster and faster
You must move quickly if you want to catch her
The beat of the dumba, the sound of the hude
You can understand life when you see her move.
La la la la la la la la la la.
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