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
Chorus:
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
Chorus
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