Hippychick

Its hard to tell you how I feel without hurting you
So try to think about yourself the way that I see you
Your life revolves around a force of oppression
And I wont deal with true blue devils of correction
Got no flowers for your gun, no hippychick
Wont make love to change your mind, no hippychick
No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip
Today well sit here drinking coffee in your incident room
Tonight youll close the door and lock me in that bare bulb gloom
Love, it aint something riding on a motorbike
And love, I stopped loving you since the miners strike
Got no flowers for your gun, no hippychick
Wont make love to change your mind, no hippychick
No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip
Its hard, its hard, its hard, its 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