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