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
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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

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