vacant stare
and matted hair.
bare feet,
new-age hippies.
with blood-shot eyes,
it's no surprise
that he's high as a kite.
peace signs
and hackey-sacks.
bmw vans,
new age hippies.
with blood-shot eyes
it's no surprise
that's he's high as a kite.
and your friendship bracelets
and your dreadlocks
and your friendship bracelets
and your tye-dye shirts
it's no surprise
it's no surprise
with blood-shot eyes
it's no suprise
that he's high as a kite.
he's high as a kite
he's high as a kite
Comments
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good
it needs a litteel work u repet line 7 2 much. -
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You realize it's a song, right?
Songs tend to repeat lines.
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you go girl tell them how it is i could just see all the hippies now lighting up with there red eyes you havethere cards marked the picture in my mind of them all is quite funny
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