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