Hippie Chick

by Kevin Lowe

You’re a cool breeze in a hot way
You’re so cool you burn me up inside
And you’re spaced out in the sunlight
Sometimes trippin,’ hittin’ on that pipe

And you sit down with your people
Singin’ songs that dance around you
And your thoughts are all I see
So come to me, yeah, come to me

You make me nervous, you make me smile
You make me sick
God, you’re so perfect, beautiful girl
My Hippie Chick
You make me shiver, you make me hot
You make me sick
God, you’re so perfect, beautiful girl
My Hippie Chick

Is it alright for me to touch you
The simple way that lovers sometimes do?
I’ll be the highlights in your long hair
The flowers on the dresses that you wear

Is it half full or half empty?
Does it really even matter?
‘Cause a taste is all I need
So come to me, come to me

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Do you live life dressed in blue jeans?
Tight with your bell bottoms when you walk
Do you hear things in your daydreams?
The puppies in your mind that sometimes talk

And the colors fly around you
Like some good stuff had just found you
And your vibe is all I need
So, come to me, come to me

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© Kevin Lowe