Mid -State
a lyric by Alan Ewing
Well, there she was
A knocking on my door
I couldn’t believe my eyes
As my ears hit the floor
She came from Mid-State
Lived on the west coast
She wore her hair straight
Champagne was her toast
Then she stepped into the room
Her presence would shake your boots
Rock n’ Roll all night long
Because music was in her roots
Well, you listen to her all night long
And your senses are all over the place
You really are stuck on her
‘Cause she moves with such grace
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