Before you learned to walk and talk you knew how to sing and dance
You’re a heavy drama that’s sure to turn into a light romance
You shake your front and wiggle your behind
You’re easy on the eye but hard on the mind;
You love to mime the words and run around trees
All your Leading Men are down on their knees
Girls like you have natural talents to help their careers
Your eyes are tapped so you can turn on the tears.

Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.

It’s not your fault you’ve turned out this way
Even though you change costumes several times a day
You‘re superficial, baby, you’ve got no depth
You tell a lie with every other breath;
Well, you belch and you burp and you break wind
Mummy taught you that to fake is not a lover’s sin
Daddy believes you’re the virginal apple of his eye
A hundred boys have made it between your thighs.

Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.

The comedy isn’t funny but you like the car chases
All the make-up can’t cover up your two faces
The tragedy is that the public loves girls like you
Stupid birds of a feather stick together – and you do;
Even though you avoid being kissed on the screen
Off-camera you rock it in many a bedroom scene
You measure success by the amount of material possessions
The boy who gets you must have matching medallions.

Baby! Baby!
Oh, baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Everything about you is a bit
Over the top, hot and spicy
A miss that is a hit
A filling that is empty
Just like an Indian movie
Baby, you’re just like an Indian movie
Just like an Indian movie.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.