Flowers

Story Behind The Song

My ex-boyfriend used to buy me big bouquets of flowers when we first met, but he hadn?t for a long time. One day I was walking to the store and a strange man politely started up a conversation. We went into the store and said goodbye. I did my shopping. A

Song Description

When a woman gets flowers, she has the feeling that their beauty is a symbol of her own. If she stops getting flowers, she feels that she is not being appreciated (the bridge is a list of metaphors to describe this).

Song Length 3:05 Genre Pop - Alternative, Electronic - General
Tempo Medium Fast (131 - 150) Lead Vocal Female Vocal
Mood Troubled, Annoyed Subject Dysfunctional Relations, Breaking Up
Language English Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

FLOWERS
(Words & music by Nomi Yah © ASCAP)

(Intro)
Fresh, fresh flowers...

(Chorus)
They form a line to give me flowers
Put forth a dime to give me flowers
The florists tie them and give me flowers
Before they?re dry even, they give me fresh
Fresh flowers...

(Verse1)
They form a line to get a scan of me
They want to find do I got a man with me?
They form a line to do a thing with me
They want to know about the ring they see
It?s not a wedding ring, it?s my inheritance
They want to know, well what about romance?
I tell them everything, they say they heard of you
They want to know, well is our love really true?

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
They form a line, a line is thrown at me
They want to know am I alone today?
They want to know what do you do for me?
They want to know do you come through for me?
They want to know how are you treating me?
They want to know do you cheat on me?
They want to know, well are you nice to me?
They want me to know there?ll be a choice for me

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Well you think you got me like a bird and a wing
Like a gun and a bullet, like a fret and a string
Well you think you got me like a clam and a chowder
Like a gin and a tonic, like a whiskey and sour
Well you think you got me like a chain and a locket
Like a chain and a sprocket, like a plug in a socket
Babe, you think you got me like a pick and a pocket
Like a mop in a bucket, like a chimp in a rocket
I always remember how you always opened up my door
Always called me up for nothing, always said that you adored me
Always picked up my favorite snacks whenever you went to the store
But you don?t bring me flowers anymore
No, you don?t bring me fresh, fresh flowers...

Lyrics Nomi Yah Music Nomi Yah
Producer Nomi Yah Publisher Nomi Yah Music
Performance Nomi Yah Label Nomi Yah Music

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