Soho - Hippychick Lyrics
It's hard to tell you how I feel without hurting youSo try to think about yourself the way that I see youYour life revolves around a force of oppressionAnd I won't deal with true blue devils of correctionGot no flowers for your gun, no hippychickWon't make love to change your mind, no hippychickNo hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hipToday we'll sit here drinking coffee in your incident roomTonight you'll close the doorAnd lock me in that bare bulb gloomLove it ain't something riding on a motorbikeAnd love, I stopped loving you since the miners' strikeGot no flowers for your gun, no hippychickWon't make love to change your mind, no hippychickNo hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hipIt's hard, it's hardIt's hard, it's hardNo hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hipNo hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hipNo hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hipNo hippychick