Blake Crawford - Hippie Woman

She's a song all to herself
She hums and the kitchens all clean
She slides open the glass door and then
Drums on the counter to think
She makes all your favorite
Bands look so weak
But she's a hippie woman
To me

The birds they look to her
And help her hang clothes on the line
The flowers wake up and salute her
As she passes by
She'll mess with the neighbors and
They think she's out of her mind
But she's a hippie woman
And they're just fine

Ya walk past her closet
Listen at the way she softly prays
Most people tell God what they want
Instead she just asks him what he thinks
She's not afraid of darkness, no
To her it's the light of day
She's a hippie woman
And they're just great

Keep your hands open
Get greedy and she'll disappear
No you don't own her
You'll have to get over your fears
She's a dandelion, you breathe too
Hard when she's near
She's a hippie woman
It's never been so clear
She's a hippie woman
I miss having her here

Written by:
Blake Crawford

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