The finest jeans a hunert-bucks can buy
the biggest, thickest ice-cream apple pie
a beach house in the South of France
OR, follow me and take a chance...
we may roll across the US West
sleep under stars all undressed
eat from black pans
fresh off the fire
roam like gypsies
to our heart's desire
sleep in buses, fields and caves
we'll never submit
ourselves to be slaves
we'll run and swim and hide away
call home the mountains, streams and bays
I'll never give you any glitz
but i'll worship YOU
not just your hips
You'll be my lady, my bud, my love
2souls united like hand and glove
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