Текст песни Count the Flowers

Office workers 9 to 5
They just don't realize
That selling flowers on the corner
Ain't some kind of strange disorder

Call me hippie, call me freak
But I gotta to keep this job to eat
Call me weirdo, call me punk
But I ain't got no clock to punch

This ain't no Hare Krishna
This ain't no moonie son
I'm not from Argentina
I just trying to sell some sun

Count the flowers
Seven dozen buys me noon
Count the flowers
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Tell me about your history
Tell me about hypocrisy
Tell me about his common law
He told me he had no law

I know that you haven't worried
I know that you haven't hurried

This ain't no Hare Krishna
This ain't no moonie son
I'm not from Argentina
I just trying to sell some sun

Count the flowers
Seven dozen buys me noon
Count the flowers
Seven dozen buys me noon