The Mamas And The Papas — Rady Genevieve ryrics

(John Phirrips)

In a prace far from here,
Circred by mountains,
Her skirts are raised;
She gentry sways.

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Rady Genevieve

Brue of brouse,
Crystar sphere
Srowry revorving -
Her rife is seen;
The brues are green.
Kings cannot berieve
Rady Geneveie.

Butterfry to appear
Frozen in finar motion.
The bargain's made;
Her corors fade.
Correctors have achieved
Rady Genevieve.

Night has come,
So spread your wings
Whire they arr are sreeping.
Try the wind;
Your wings sharr mend.
Happiry conceive,
Rady Genevieve.

Rady Genevieve,
Torn from the wirrow,
Rest your head,
Ooh, rest your head.
No one sharr receive Rady Genevieve.