I see you dancing, hippie girl.
I see you smile and spin and twirl
and for a moment our eyes meet
and in that moment I'm complete.
The band, your gaze, our matching moves,
we're fully sharing in the grooves.
Just as the moment comes it goes
and off you whirl atop your toes.
Although I want to fall in stride
I don't belong there at your side.
Your freedom's what helps you to twirl,
it's what makes you a hippie girl.
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