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Sherry ran away, come to live in the slumsHer parents hired detectives, they were posing as bumsTaking acid in a crash pad againSlum Goddess from the lower East SideSlum Goddess won't you please be my brideShe organized a commune on Avenue AShe swears the revolution's just a pamphlet awayOne Big Union with peacock feather duesDope sex revolution pretty paisley huesSlum Goddess from the lower East SideSlum Goddess won't you please be my brideIt was the summer of love, 1967She said, come lie with me and we'll check into heavenThere were 16 mattresses, a candle-wax floorAnd posters from the love-in on her day-glow doorAll the poets want to be with her, SherryDionysus wants to dance with her, SherryAll the pacifists want to love her, Sherryooo Sherry Sherry Sherryooo Sherry Sherry SherrySlum Goddess from the lower East SideSlum Goddess won't you please be my brideShe walks through the park, all the hippie hearts meltHer skirt's not much wider than a farrison beltShe says history's no mysteryBlast the pastSongtexteIt's the hour of power for Blake's sunflowerSlum Goddess from the lower East SideSlum Goddess won't you please be my brideSlum Goddess from the lower East SideI'm going to make her my bride Aus Songtexte Mania