She walks with a bell-clock round her neck,
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So the hippies think she's in with time
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Her hair glistens like robins on a deck
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Branches attack me from her neck
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She's so fine
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She's so very, very fine
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The sun from the clouds seeps into her eyes,
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The rain from the trees soaks into her mind
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Morning signs sound just like a lark,
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All these signs are always the start.
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She's so fine,
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She's so very, very fine.
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When I veer I get so near
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But so far far far away
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Listen to me today.
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We united just beside a leaf
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The ground was hard underneath, her, her
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She's so fine.
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She's So Fine
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| Jimi Hendrix |
