Who's that sister, mader her own space,
she's got moondust on her 'fro
Damn we miss her sugarsome face,
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go
Six months later she steamed up the van,
we got no small surprise
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes
Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land
Late arrival, never been kissed,
strode up sneaking in tongues
Settled nicely up to the wrist,
grinding to the bass and the drum
3 years later she's back in her stride,
Down Full Circle doin' the bump,
Lovely Lady, up on her feet,
She's getting over the hump
That poor old poet didn't know so,
but she cooked the wrong goose
She should have lapped it up
and licked it like we do with that juice
And if you ask her she just shrugs
and digs the life that she chose
She sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows
Can't stop Won't stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down x many