Flowers Songtext
von Troi Irons

Think of all the noise we could be making in my bedroom
Think of all the choices we can make, ah
Think of all the noise we could be making in my bedroom view
If you weren′t such a

Self-absorbed piece of shit
Then come over
You're full of mouth, out of ear
Then come out of here

Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Think of all the noise we could be making in my bedroom
Think of all the choices we can make, ah
Think of all the noise we could be making in my bedroom view
If you weren′t such a


Self-absorbed piece of shit
Then come over
You're full of mouth, out of ear
Then come out of here

Hey, hey
I want my money back
Hey, hey
It's not another stretch
I look so stupid with these flowers for you
I break my arm and I get cut up in two

Hey, hey
I want my money back
Hey, hey
It′s not another stretch
I look so stupid with these flowers for you
I break my arm and I get cut up in two


Hey, hey
I feel so stupid for you
Hey, hey
Think of all the noise we could be making in my bedroom
Think of all the choices we can make, ah
And for the record, I hate flowers