Flowers Songtext
von Bibi Bourelly

Yeah, ey, ah

Boy, you shoulda got me flowers
Man, you shoulda held the door
I know I smoke a lot of marijuana
But I′m not your little whore
I've been awake for hours
And I ain′t trying do no more
You shoulda taken me on dates like the Eiffel Tower
And loved me back down to the floor

Boy, you're a fraud, if you like it or not
Gimme what you got there, hitter
Gimme what you got
I gave you my heart, you tore it apart
Gimme what you got there, hitter, shit
Give me what you got
Just gimme what you got


Woulda, coulda for them fuck boys
That don't get ′round to being real
And boy, you should never listen to your homeboys
And gave a fuck ′bout how I feel
You should've bought me flowers
Man, you shoulda held the door

Boy, you′re a fraud, if you like it or not
Gimme what you got there, hitter
Gimme what you got
I gave you my heart, you tore it apart
Gimme what you got there, hitter, shit
Give me what you got
Just gimme what you got

(Ooh, oh) you are a fraud
You stole my heart (ooh)
Tore it to pieces
Ripped it apart
You goddamn lie
Your alibi
The tears in my eye
(Yeah, yeah)