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 Put on your clothes Then I polish my toes Then I powder my nose In case you get close (get too close, baby) Now that you're done 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 than flowers and I I can be your fling I can be your fling I can be your fling (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