Dressed in purple velvets. With a flower in her hair. Feel her gentle spirit. As the champa fills the air. She wears rubys on her fingers. Tiny bells upon her toes. She's the finest thing. I've ever seen. Love that ring inside her nose. Flower Child yeah. Flower Child yeah. She's a psychedelic princess. On a magic carpet ride. And where her trip will carry you. Is somewhere you can't find. She's on a plane of higher consciousness. Meditation is the key. She's got her shit together. Cause her soul and mind are free. Flower Child yeah. Flower Child yeah. She's a child of Martin Luther. As a freedom fighter she. Speaks of liberation on the land. And on the sea. Her eyes are made of sunshine. And her lips are jelly sweet. Flower Child yeah. Flower Child yeah.