Her free spirit now can fly flowers in yer messy hair, and the red sea in her eyes clouds of dazed smoke puffed from her lips, sends her on a forgettable trip bells jingle and jangle from her wrist and ankle swing from her neck is a kaliedscope of beads, no bras or panties, just barefeet just close the tie dye curtains and the laws are killed and once you get to the end of the rainbow, the air is filled bongo's drummin' cheap guitars strummin' she grooves with the deja vu vibrations as slowly burning candles make the night grow impatient, the glowing ceiling, sparks a flourcent feeling, lazy incense makes vision hazy she dreams on a field of day-glo daises dresed in psychedelicasies, she tangos with the tropical breeze she has no worries or no cares she laughs like a child as the sunshine kisses her hair...
i love it, the imagry and cadence, it has a playful feel that we can all appreciate...perfect description of a euphoric feeling
