Lyrics:

Lowe
Little Olive is a bell-bottomed trip who's bluer than the sky above
And all of the things she gives the boys, they shy away from her sweet love
Of scented rings and veils and things
Go get 'em, little Olive.
She strolls the street and waits to meet the guy who will save her soul
You lose your mind and then go blind, how can a woman be so cold?
Of scented rings and veils and things
Come on, little Olive.
She strolls the street and waits to meet the guy who will save her soul
You lose your mind and then go blind, how can a woman be so cold?
Of scented rings and veils and things
Go get 'em, little Olive.
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