Welcome to my hippie house,
I love a hippie women, with a hippie mouse.
The birds are singing so have know doubts,
Your see a lot of loving in our hippie house
Your see a lot of loving its our hippie house...
The walls are painted with kaleidoscope eyes,
The plants are waving, high, high, high.
Neighbor's still whispering, my oh my..!
Your see a lot of loving in the hippie house,
Your see a lot of loving its there hippie house...
If you peak through our windows,
Your see a doorway through time.
We might look strange, no worries that fine,'
You've never see rainbows, been painted so bright,
You've never see rainbows, that's been painted so high...
Welcome to my hippie house,
I love a hippie women with a hippie mouse.
The birds are singing so have no doubts,
Your see a lot of loving in our hippie house,
Your see a lot of loving its our hippie house...
Bouncy carpets, bright tangerine dreams
Illumines tables, glowing in green.
Flickering lamp shades, if you know what I mean,
Your see a lot of loving in our hippie house,
Your see a lot of loving its our hippie house...
:O)
Timespell
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
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