Flowers
 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