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

Bought some new 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 thrill

I can be your thrill

I can be your thrill (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