I hear music

Flower child, com on over,
We can’t let them leave so sober.
Take the jam, rock it out,
Show them what you’re all about.
Pick yourself off the ground,
Fly along with the sound.
No one can throw shame on you,
Now you are among the true

Euphoric flowers bloom in your eyes
And the pain… the sadness inside of you… it dies.
Love birds start to sing in your head
And like your little ladies lipstick…
All your picture turns brightly red.

Flower child, take this sound,
Give them the pleasure of another round.
Kill those ears, catch the vibe.
We all are drooling in this ride.
The flower child has left the earth,
And we are so high, were out of breath.
You don’t need much, words for this…
Just give the sound a lovely kiss.