Wild flowers
Every generation will see
They walk with easy way
Like the hot wind
In the hot summer
They make their appearance
Leaving nothing to the imagination
Wild flowers
The stories of their lives
A generation of old and new
The antics will hardly change
The restrictions almost forgotten
Only the law in the books
If one ever cares to turn the pages
In the hot summer
Round and round in circle
The eyes and mind still working
Driving crazy watching the scenes
Leaving nothing to the imagination
Drink bottles of beers to forget
The black pill people will lose
Wild flowers
Every generation will see
Like the hot wind
In the hot summer
The eyes and mind still working
Driving crazy watching the scenes
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