Soho - Hippychick Lyrics

It's hard to tell you how I feel without hurting you
So try to think about yourself the way that I see you
You're life revolves around the force of oppression
And I won't deal with the 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 hop

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