I'm not someone to say what you are and what you're not
But everytime she comes around, all I smell is pot
She burns more inscents than my mom did back in '68
I cannot believe that she thinks it smells just great

Your sister is a hippie

She wears a gallon of patchouli oil for no reason
I'm not sure but I think that she's named after a season
Everytime I see her, she gives me a hug
I just push her ass away, into her beetle bug