HIPPYCHICK

It's hard, to tell you how I feel Without hurtin' you So try, to think about yourself The way that I feel Your life revolves around The butt of aggression And I, won't deal with true blue Devils of correction Got no California sun No hippychick Won't make love, to change your mind No hippychick No hippychick No hip hip hip hip hip Today, all sit here drinking coffee In your incident room Tonight, you'll close the door And lock me in, that battle room Life, it ain't something I take on a motorbike And love, I stopped loving you Since the miner's strike Got no California sun 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