You called me your favorite flower
Said I was your Chamomile
Broke my stem and tore me apart
Ripped the petals off me one by one
Played he loves me loves me not
With my heart
With my head
If I was your precious Chamomile
Then why'd I find a Rose lying in your bed instead
And you called me your favorite flower
Your little Chamomile
He loves me loves me not
