Letras de Incarceration of a Flower Child

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
Lying on the living room floor
On those Indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our firstborn Jasmine or Jane

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 1970s

You wouldn′t listen
I told you you knew better
You just had to speak to that man
Please believe me
I'll visit whenever I can
There 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 1970s

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
There 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