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