Well I don't know her gladness,
I don't know her name.
I don't know her sorrow, I don't know her way!
But I dig her style she is on my mind,
She can be square, she can be wild!
She looks like a lady, she walks like a cat!
She's the queen of the hipsters, you may gamble on that!
But I dig her style she's on my mind,
She can be square, she can be wild!
She can be square,
She can be wild!
She digs that rhythm, well won't be mild,
She can be square, she can be wild!
