| Can you picture me in the 70's, a buttercup |
| I’d be floating in the crowd with voices |
| Time is on me, makeup mirrors my dream |
| Can you picture me in the 70's, in a white laced dress |
| I’d be listening to the stories that made you famous |
| Time is on my side, picture me in the 70's |
| And you’d sail away, and you’d hide in your field of gold |
| Your computer has made love to my soul |
| And your first class women, when her eyes make you feel so whole |
| Shake her off me, shake her off me |
| Shake her off me |
| Can you picture me in the 70's, but I woke up to late |
| Time is running out for you and me and you and me |