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 hippy chick
Won't make love
to change your mind,
no hippy chick
No hippy chick,
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 miner's strike
Got no flowers
for your gun,
no hippy chick
Won't make love
to change your mind,
no hippy chick
No hippy chick,
no hip hip
hip hip hip, huh!
It's hard
It's hard
It's hard
It's hard
No hippy chick
No hip hip
hip hip hip
No hippy chick
No hip hip
hip hip hip
No hippy chick
No hip hip
hip hip hip
No hippy chick