Hippies

I remember you were smoking In your Stones white t-shirt Walls washed blue The piano was out of tune

But you were Such a fucking hippie A counter-culture baby Perfectly dreamy But oh I lost you

And you wore sleepy eyes that glowed like Summer morning, sunrise Breathe me in And sink into my skin

But you were Such a fucking hippie, oh A counter-culture baby Perfectly dreamy But oh I lost you

But you were Such a fucking hippie, oh A counter-culture baby Perfectly dreamy, oh So fucking trippy Straight from the '60s Well, we could have been hippies But oh I lost you