| I don’t know why she don’t comb
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| Or wash her hair
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| Well all my friends they all say
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| There’s things in there
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| I am free and so is she and you are me
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| And we are altogether — altogether
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| People say — we’ll never change
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| Her inner light shows and we all go
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| 'Cuz everyone’s there
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| I really like the way she looks in that halter top
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| And elephant flares
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| Driving down the highway
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| In my Trans Am custom T-top car
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| Hear some Tracy Lea
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| Playing on the radio — turn it up and go!
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| Elephant flares with her greasy long hair
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| No one can stop her — she is all — so don’t even try
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| See her groovy movements, connect with her third eye
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| A teenage incantation
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| Some say she is the high priest
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| Of the confection generation
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| I am free and so is she and you are me
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| And we are altogether — altogether
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| People say —
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| Driving down the highway
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| In my Trans Am custom T-top car
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| Hear some BTO
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| Playing on the radio — turn it up and go!
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| Elephant flares with her greasy long hair
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| No one can stop her — she is all — so don’t even try
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| Elephant flares and her greasy long hair
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| And she wears round glasses — x-ray eyes that see through your soul
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| Apples and oranges — are good for you
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| Don’t miss the opening act — Miss Ross and Glue
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| I said yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)… |