Hippychick – by Soho (from Oz’s One Hit Wonder List)

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 wont 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 well sit here drinking coffee in your incident room 
Tonight youll close the door and lock me in that bare bulb gloom 
Love it aint something riding on a motorbike 
And love, I stopped loving you since the miners strike  
Its hard 
Its hard 
Its hard 
Its 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

 

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