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"She was a wild child

daisies in her hair,

how bout that smile, wild

as her eyes dove into mine." 

Then he'd smile, "wild."

Another Friday night

throw the peace signs

"we've got the we-vibes,

who's got the weed, guys?"

Just another late night flight

as the free bird lived on each night.

"She was a lunar delight,

making love under the starlight,

full moon shining bright."

Could never forget that kinda night.

New visions, learning about what's missing

That feeling of home when it's that one person

you're missin', one person you want to be kissin'

just want to be close enough to touch,

don't want to push too much

Too quick to dive into lust 

"Feelin more everytime I dove into her love,

she had me wild, child."