Incarceration of a Flower Child — текст песни (Marianne Faithfull)

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.



Dont do it, dont do it, dont do it to me,

Dont think about it, dont think about it, dont think about it, dont think about what it might be,

Dont get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,

Its gonna get cold in the 1970s.



You wouldnt listen, you thought you knew better, you just to had to speak to that man.

Please believe me, Ill visit whenever I can.

Laying in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day,

You plead with the doctor whos running the show,

"please dont take jasmine away and leave me alone."





Dont do it, dont do it, dont do it, dont do it to me,

Dont think about it, dont think about it, dont think about it, dont think about what it might be,

Dont get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,

Its 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 ?

Now in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day

You plead with the doctor whos running the show,

"please dont take jasmine away and leave me alone."