Songtext von Hippy Chick

It's 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 won't deal with 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 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