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 ? 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."