Well here she comes through the trees In her saffron robes and dangling beads She's a special child, touching the Holy Sea Where white no longer is pure And red, the colour of the cure. In San Francisco she lights a flame And in Brazilian bars they chant his name She's a special child who's playing the God-find game Where white no longer is pure And red the colour of the cure They're taking your name away. I don't want your guru I don't need your paradise I love you for what you are Perfection's not mine No more family, no more friends No expectations now, no bitter ends For she's a special child, with a castle she must defend Where white no longer is pure And red the colour of the cure They're taking your name away. I don't want your guru I don't need your paradise I love you for what you are Perfection's not mine Well, it's over now, I think I know We tried to work it out, someone let go I've got a special place, your bridge to the outside world Where white no longer is pure And red the colour of the cure They're taking your name away. I don't want your guru I don't need your paradise I love you for what you are Perfection's not mine