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Dressed in purple velvets |
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With a flower in her hair |
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Feel her gentle spirit |
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As the champa fills the air |
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She wears rubys on her fingers |
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Tiny bells upon her toes |
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She's the finest thing |
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I've ever seen |
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Love that ring inside her nose |
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Flower Child yeah |
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Flower Child yeah |
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She's a psychedelic princess |
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On a magic carpet ride |
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And where her trip will carry you |
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Is somewhere you can't find |
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She's on a plane of higher consciousness |
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Meditation is the key |
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She's got her shit together |
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Cause her soul and mind are free |
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Flower Child yeah |
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Flower Child yeah |
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She's a child of Martin Luther |
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As a freedom fighter she |
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Speaks of liberation on the land |
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And on the sea |
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Her eyes are made of sunshine |
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And her lips are jelly sweet |
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Flower Child yeah |
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Flower Child yeah |
