Оригинален текст
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 I won't be mild,
She can be square, she can be wild!