Flowers (In studio) Songtext
von Bibi Bourelly

Boy, you should′ve bought me flowers
Man, you should've held the door
I know I smoke a lot of marijuana
But I′m not your little whore
And I've been awake for hours
And I ain't trying to do no more
You should′ve 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
Give me what you got then nigga
Give me what you got
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart
Give me what you got then nigga, shit
Give me what you got
Give me what you got


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

Boy, you're a fraud
If you like it or not
Give me what you got then nigga, shit
Give me what you got
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart
Give me what you got then nigga, shit
Give me what you got
Give me what you got
You are a fraud, you stole my heart
Tore it to pieces, ripped it apart
A god damn lie, tears in my eyes
Your alibi, yeah