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Clara Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr.Spin
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Siddharth Madathilkatt




Mr.Spin - Clara Lyrics




A tinge of green, uh, a tinge of blue
In a bikini at the base, I was hooked at the face
As she was looking at me happily with eyes wide shut
I was picturing staying on the mountains in a hut
A seat next to me sat this blonde bombshell
Chatting up, smiling down my eyes all well
This is an art form, she said, "A performing set
Day time on bed, but I'm winning my bread"
If I'm selling my brains to the corporates
Well, she was selling her beauty, albeit masquerade
Identities; got to see one of these
I said thank you, please, like her friend on the streets
Just another human making two ends meet
Doing what she loves down to the sound of the beat
In dim lights night, nobody's got to fight
Take a cab ride back, you can't pillion ride

Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!

As is customary, starting off with pleasantries
"A local of San Jose, I know all the freeways
You said you're from India, a country unfamiliar
Travelled half the globe, so tell me what brings you here
Business, pleasure?"
"Both in equal measure
People sweet as you, a culture very new
Meet me on the weekdays, I'll be upon Mountain View
San Francisco Bay on the west, what's next
Smoke a doobie and rest
I'm in town as a guest, and I'm already impressed
I barely even got the chance to caress your breasts
Get some data matched, get some numbers tallied
Weekend's almost here, where is the Nascar rally?
I will be gone in a month, gotta get things done
And by the way, hey I can rap rhymes for fun"

Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!
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A tinge of green, uh, a tinge of blue
In a bikini at the base, I was hooked at the face
As she was looking at me happily with eyes wide shut
I was picturing staying on the mountains in a hut
A seat next to me sat this blonde bombshell
Chatting up, smiling down my eyes all well
This is an art form, she said, "A performing set
Day time on bed, but I'm winning my bread"
If I'm selling my brains to the corporates
Well, she was selling her beauty, albeit masquerade
Identities; got to see one of these
I said thank you, please, like her friend on the streets
Just another human making two ends meet
Doing what she loves down to the sound of the beat
In dim lights night, nobody's got to fight
Take a cab ride back, you can't pillion ride

Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!

As is customary, starting off with pleasantries
"A local of San Jose, I know all the freeways
You said you're from India, a country unfamiliar
Travelled half the globe, so tell me what brings you here
Business, pleasure?"
"Both in equal measure
People sweet as you, a culture very new
Meet me on the weekdays, I'll be upon Mountain View
San Francisco Bay on the west, what's next
Smoke a doobie and rest
I'm in town as a guest, and I'm already impressed
I barely even got the chance to caress your breasts
Get some data matched, get some numbers tallied
Weekend's almost here, where is the Nascar rally?
I will be gone in a month, gotta get things done
And by the way, hey I can rap rhymes for fun"

Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!
Purest of the purest
Pure!
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Writer: Siddharth Madathilkatt
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