She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
Bob Dylan...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
Bob DylanShe took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
Bob Dylan...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
Bob Dylan