17 Hippies. Just Like You. Zeneszám

You got the tip, from the blood on my lip.
You gotta a little truth, no way to shake it loose.
What can I say.

She stole my time, and shook my bits.
Walks in style, with swinging hips. She got it all.

She got it all - with a lot more coming.
She got it all - it took a whole lot too.

So she?s nobody?s fool, and wayout cool,
no time to lose, mine to choose.
What can I say, what can I say?

Hey there - she?s a whole lot like you.

She?s everybody?s dream, and everything it seems.
With a head on start, she took my heart.
And asked for more.

She?s nobody?s fool, and wayout cool.
No time to choose, and yours to lose.
Make my day.

What can I say - we had a whole lot coming.
We had it all - it took a whole lot too.

So, you got the tip, from the blood on my lip.
You gotta a little truth, so what?
Yes I know it?s not funny, it?s not funny.

Hey there - she?s a whole lot like you