Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo
Gets me thinking 'bout
good times I had with you
Back in the Sixties when love was free
Never need to worry bout my G.C.E.
Dying of boredom in your plastic home
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/UZr6 ]Pretty the pictures, work to the bone
Don't be depressed,
you can just pick up the phone
But it won't answer 'cos
there's no-one home
Count your possessions out one by one
Include your lovers, include the one
You threw away in nineteen sixty three
Include me out, don't label me