Hippychick

It's hard to tell you how I feel without hurting you So try to think about yourself the way that I see you You're life revolves around the force of oppression And I won't deal with the true blue devils of correction Got no flowers for your gun No hippychick Won't make love to change your mind No hippychick No hippychick No, hip hip hip hip hip Today, we'll sit here drinking coffee in your incident room Tonight, you'll close the door and lock me in that bare bulb gloom Love, it ain't something riding on a motorbike And love, I stopped loving you since the miners' strike Got no flowers for your gun No hippychick Won't make love to change your mind No hippychick No hippychick No, hip hip hip hip hip hop It's hard It's hard It's hard It's hard No hippychick No hip hip hip hip hip No hippychick No hip hip hip hip hip No hippychick No hip hip hip hip hip No hippychick

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