Rose girls in glass vases perfect bodies, perfect faces They all belong in magazines. Those girls the boys are chasing winning all the games they're playing they're always in a different league stretching towards the sky like I don't care wishing you could see me standing there. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny if I was a rose, maybe you'd want me if I could, I'd change overnight and turn into something you'd like. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny if I was a rose, maybe you'd pick me but I know you don't have a clue this sunflower's waiting for you waiting for you. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny if I was a rose, maybe you'd pick me but I know you don't have a clue this sunflower's waiting for you waiting for you.
Submitted on: September 09, 2018
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