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Incarceration of a Flower Child Lyrics Artist(Band):Marianne Faithfull
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ? Laying on the living-room floor on those Indian tapestry cushions you made Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me, Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be, Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor, It's gonna get cold in the 1970's. You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better, you just to had to speak to that man. Please believe me, I'll visit whenever I can. Laying in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day, You plead with the doctor who's running the show, "Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone." Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me, Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be, Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor, It's gonna get cold in the 1970's. Do you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind ? Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ? Now in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day You plead with the doctor who's running the show, "Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone." If you find some error in Incarceration of a Flower Child Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Incarceration of a Flower Child The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Marianne Faithfull" Music | | ||||||||||||
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