Blues Traveler

Music & lyrics: chan kinchla, bob sheehan, brendan hill & john popper
Sweet talking hippie
Cross your killing floor
Gonna come a little closer
Cause you know I want more
Dont run off
Dont you be afraid of me
You know you are what you made you baby
I am what I try to be
You know I need your love
And I could use your money
And if you aint got a dime
Well sell tickets, honey
You know we need each other, baby
Like a diamond and a ring
Now settle back, woman
And watch me do my thing