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Ten little indians standing around

I bet there are many so how would I know

As she was only one woman

And I've got a picture

Of the woman I love



Who sees my lonely face who sees my shame

Nobody in the place can tell me her name



Cause she was only one woman

And I've got a picture

Of the woman I love



Ten little indians now there are none

I bet there are many and her love still goes on

Cause she was only one woman