Shadow maker under me
Chippewa Women
Wild! and wants too Be
Little girl in me that cries to be free
My shadow maker is pretty and tough
I sit on it like a honey bee
I'm the drone
It is my clone
We go together and start to moan
My smile is big ear to ear
I revive it up to scream scream scream
Loud and roaring down the stream
Love my shadow maker
It gets me around
Flowers are blossoming
Smelling every seant
As I ride my shadow maker
I feel free
I'm wild and free Chippewa women
Straddle two worlds
I've always had a wild child in me
That wants to be free
Shadow maker
under me
Va rooom Va room
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