Hippychick - Soho

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