Hippy Chick/How Soon Is Now

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
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

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

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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