Flowerz Songtext
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Flowerz Songtext
The sex, the cramps
My Jack, his wife, flowers
The food I hate, I want it clean
Speaking French is my desire
Skinny as a Belgian French fry
Dressed in my own designs
None of my clothes have outlived a relationship
Swimming pool or a lake
Man, I′d swim for miles every day
Any house and water with awesome weather
I'd glow from living so close
To my best friend on the Sunny Coast
But right now, the cold is freezing my bones
We sit in separate homes
Wish I had you to hold
Just leave me alone
I don′t want to right now
'Cause I'm not feeling so loving
I swear he doesn′t want me
I can′t see my own needs
(So I run a bath now, the water's running cold)
The sex, the Cramps
My Jack, his wife, flowers
The food I hate, I want it clean
Speaking French is my desire
Skinny as a Belgian French fry
Dressed in my own designs
None of my clothes have outlived a relationship
Any house and water with awesome weather
I′d glow from living so close
To my best friend on the Sunny Coast
But right now, the cold is freezing my bones
We sit in separate homes
Wish I had you to hold
Ooh, flowers
Ooh, flowers
The sex, the Cramps
My Jack, his wife, flowers
The food I hate, I want it clean
Speaking French is my desire
Skinny as a Belgian French fry
Dressed in my own designs
None of my clothes have outlived a relationship
Swimming pool or a lake
Man, I'd swim for miles every day
My Jack, his wife, flowers
The food I hate, I want it clean
Speaking French is my desire
Skinny as a Belgian French fry
Dressed in my own designs
None of my clothes have outlived a relationship
Swimming pool or a lake
Man, I′d swim for miles every day
Any house and water with awesome weather
I'd glow from living so close
To my best friend on the Sunny Coast
But right now, the cold is freezing my bones
We sit in separate homes
Wish I had you to hold
Just leave me alone
I don′t want to right now
'Cause I'm not feeling so loving
I swear he doesn′t want me
I can′t see my own needs
(So I run a bath now, the water's running cold)
The sex, the Cramps
My Jack, his wife, flowers
The food I hate, I want it clean
Speaking French is my desire
Skinny as a Belgian French fry
Dressed in my own designs
None of my clothes have outlived a relationship
Any house and water with awesome weather
I′d glow from living so close
To my best friend on the Sunny Coast
But right now, the cold is freezing my bones
We sit in separate homes
Wish I had you to hold
Ooh, flowers
Ooh, flowers
The sex, the Cramps
My Jack, his wife, flowers
The food I hate, I want it clean
Speaking French is my desire
Skinny as a Belgian French fry
Dressed in my own designs
None of my clothes have outlived a relationship
Swimming pool or a lake
Man, I'd swim for miles every day
Writer(s): Jack William Bottomley, Jonathan Paul Gilmore, Joshua Paul Macintyre, Rebecca Anna Bottomley, Samuel Aaron Macintyre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

