My baby is gentle, and she´s fine She wears a button on her shoulder, saying I´m a flower child That´s a groovy thing to be, if she wasn´t loving me Cause I start sneezing for hours
I´m allergic to flowers
Be there at the love-in, at the park She handed me a rose, and then we danced till dark But there´s one thing I don´t need, and that´s the sunflower seed Cause she says they possess special power
I´m allergic to flowers
And the rock´n´roll gypsies everywhere And the smell of incense in the air At last my mind is really free Except for my stupid allergy
I know I really look the part I´m flower all the way, and I feel it in my heart I want so bad to be a flower child you see I´ll blow my mind if our love ever sour