Hippy Love Chick
© 2001 Wave Records, All Rights Reserved, Published by Cleo Wave Music, BMI
(Words and music by C. Rossbach)

I wrote you a letter last night now, baby
Thirty-five cent stamp on its face
I put it in the mailbox early this morning
I hope it doesnít get there too late
I saw you at the party last night now, baby
Shaking your thing all over the floor
Just when I made my move to talk to you
I watched you walk right out the door
I got your number on my pillow
I got footprints all over my window
I got a feeling yea,
Youíre just some hot hippy love chick
When am I gonna see you again
In that sexy flowered dress
Itís killing me, itís making me love sick
Wonít be my hippy love chick?
I got your number on my pillow
I got footprints all over my window
I got a feeling yea,
Youíre just a hot hippy love chick
I wrote you a letter last night now, baby
Thirty-five cent stamp on its face
I put it in the mailbox early this morning
I hope it doesnít get there too late
Wonít you be my, could you be mine?
Wonít you be my, could you be mine?