Lovely lady, never shady,
running up the mountainside
Purple brocade, woolen top coat,
she cast away her useless pride
On her own her soul has grown to
bring about a peace of mind
In her hand a lovely land to help her
Swirling forms of tantric thought
of filling out a schedule plan
climbing on to reach a level in her heart
It's the same without a name
You're doing fine with a running start
In the door you'll work some more
You're finding where it's at for sure
Every other day it will pay
But you'll be sad, it won't be bad
But you can get away from that
Crystal facet, not an asset
You have your friend, the jet black cat
He will follow, crying hollow
Scratch his head and stroke his ear
He will bring you in your love now
And you will feel no fear
And I am glad it's now a fad
But there are some who won't go on
Full expression, no suppression
But she is strong, the woman blonde
Running for a volcanic land
Make your curry, never worry
If it's settled in your plan
Then you will find your man
