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 Bought some new clothes, then I Polish my toes, then I Powder my nose In case you get close (Get too close, baby) Knock on your door, 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 influence, and I I can be your thrill I can be your thrill I can be your thrill (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