The Bus Driving Babe

I saw her driving a 1967 vw bus, the side windows were fooly hinged outward, blessed ratty hair was flying, her music blissed all within a quarter mile she wore worn-out clothes little or no make-up has a cute little tummy, totes 'GreenPeace' canvas bags, she smells like the wind at the edge of the strawberry patch. I touched her heart and fixed her clutch maybe i fixed her heart and touched her clutch too, three, four overdrive we sped off the edge of the old life of normalcy and broke free smoked free weed and love and gave away my stuff and are rolling one in the now freedom babe freedom baby! merci, gracias, obrigado mujer de los cielos, sin limites llena de pura vida ~besos te bautizo con Esmeralda cara minha, que cosinha, tinha, amada, garota dos meus sonos ~besinhos