Dressed in purple velvets With a flower in her hair Feel her gentle spirit As the champa fills the air She wears rubys on her fingers Tiny bells upon her toes She`s the finest thing I`ve ever seen Love that ring inside her nose
Flower Child yeah Flower Child yeah
She`s a psychedelic princess On a magic carpet ride And where her trip will carry you Is somewhere you can`t find She`s on a plane of higher consciousness Meditation is the key She`s got her shit together Cause her soul and mind are free
Flower Child yeah Flower Child yeah
She`s a child of Martin Luther As a freedom fighter she Speaks of liberation on the land And on the sea Her eyes are made of sunshine And her lips are jelly sweet
Flower Child yeah Flower Child yeah
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