Hotel California: Gujarati Version
On Eastern express highway
Navratan tel in my hair
Warm smell of theplas
rising up in the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My had grew havy, aney, my sight grew dim
It was Hetal ben I was right!
There she stood on the highway
I heard the ringtone bale
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Phalguni Pathak, not Adele
Then she lit up a metch stick and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thote I heard them say…
