Count the Flowers Lyrics

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
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This ain't no Hare Krishna
This ain't no moonie son
I'm not from Argentina
I just trying to sell some sun
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Count the flowers, seven dozen buys me noon
Count the flowers, seven dozen buys me noon

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

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