Flōwers

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

I'd like it if you say it's a nice gift

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

a white lie, to typewrite my bravado

I know a girl named jasmine

a face of an angel spring time to summer

change like hues of hydrangea

every time I see her she's fancier

from the french hillside to lombard street

landed on a postcard, a colorful treat

became a platinum hit, and wouldn't you know

if it don't wither, then it must be faux

i remember buttercups on the way to school

plus when we all go swimming at the pool

picking poppy and lily in the field

the sweet smell of gardenia

open up the gate and there you were

who needs a dozen roses

when you can have gerbera and daisy

think about you daily, karma is a feisty lady

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

I'd like it if you say it's a nice gift

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

a white lie, to typewrite my bravado

a kiss of an orchid, I know I gotta work it

I ain't lying, everything's dandelion

‘cause even when I'm under the weather

take echinacea, your cheeks, azalea

balloon vines, bird of paradise

narcissus, and forget me not

by the danube, knight and his princess

used to wish we never ran out of recess

the pond houses kois and turtles

the clear water reflects crape myrtles

the day sprinkled with baby's breath

to make a bouquet, a floral buffet

is there an app for that?

just kidding, I already got a knack for that

you're my morning glory, a cute story

I'm a flower but you're my sunflower

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

I'd like it if you say it's a nice gift

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

a white lie, to typewrite my bravado

I want to share a future

travel the world with seeds of fuchsia

sounds exotic, snapdragon and snowdrops

genera member, rare as goldilocks

I want to go where looks don't matter

clothes tattered and you can still flatter me

your eyes are my batteries

my hopes represent the ultimate security

filter the filth and impurity

I got the goods, whenever you're in need

just tell me the deal and I'ma feel ya

violet and fennel from Ophelia

whichever stem we decide to pick apart

sounds flow in direction of the petals

thrown on the ground that your bare feet bless

blades of the grass soften when you say yes

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

I'd like it if you say it's a nice gift

and If I were to bring you some flowers

would it be a surprise

a white lie, to typewrite my bravado