Flowers

Every day, you want me to make

Something I hate, all for your sake

I'm such a fake, I'm just a doll

I'm a rip-off, and it turns you on

Put on your clothes

Then I polish my toes

Then I powder my nose

In case you get close (get too close, baby)

Knock on your door

Then I put on a show

Then I gave you the floor

And you just froze

Every day, you want me to make

Something I hate, all for your sake

I'm such a fake, I'm just a doll

I'm a rip-off, and it turns you on

And it turns you on

And it turns you on

And it turns you on

Someone has to do it (do it)

So I guess I will (me)

You want more influence

And I, I can be your flint

I can be your flint

I can be your flint (can I be yours?)

I can be your boy

And it turns you on

And it turns you on

And it turns you on

And it turns you on