I saw her driving a 1967 vw bus,
the side windows were fooly hinged outward,
blessed ratty hair was flying,
her music blissed all within a quarter mile
she wore worn-out clothes
little or no make-up
has a cute little tummy,
totes 'GreenPeace' canvas bags,
she smells like the wind at the edge
of the strawberry patch.
I touched her heart
and fixed her clutch
maybe i fixed her heart
and touched her clutch too,
three, four overdrive
we sped off
the edge
of
the old life of normalcy
and broke free
smoked free
weed and love
and gave away my stuff
and are rolling one
in the now
freedom
babe
freedom baby!
merci, gracias, obrigado
mujer de los cielos,
sin limites
llena de
pura vida
~besos
te bautizo con Esmeralda
cara minha, que cosinha,
tinha, amada, garota dos meus sonos
~besinhos
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