Текст песни Mann Billy - Flower
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She was always taken for someone famousOr somebody elso whose got their life togetherDaisy was a genius in waitress disguiseShe spoke of New York, VegasOr use a french word, and flirt for my attentionDid I mention, that I was in loveBack home, my mother told meThat Daisy was a poison or just some floosie userA confuserBut how could she knowThat my girl was a flower, a loverThe kind of sunrise that every midnight recoversRediscovers, and then you sleep with a smileBut I didn`t want to leave herBut this blind man couldn`t see herShe just took my loveAnd since, nobody`s seen herI got killed by a flowerI got taken by a waitress who was pouring it onI was weak in the kneesI just wasn`t that strong enough to seeThe flower was killing meWith my intuition in remissionI gathered my guitar, got into my carAnd left town for New YorkI couldn`t let Daisy goI drove like a demon throught ClevelandWith images of her walking New York streets in my rear viewThen my tape deck blewBut my mother`s words sang onAnd I know I should have let goBut I couldn`t live my life and not knowIf she ever loved me at allI got killed by a flowerI got taken by a waitress who was pouring it onI was weak in the kneesI just wasn`t that strong enough to seeThe flower was killing meI got killed by a flowerGot taken by the colors and the sweet perfumeI was barely a man outside the bedroomI couldn`t seeThe flower was killing meTime Square scareWhere`s Daisy goingI searched for days in cafes, clichesNobody will ever know just where I`ve beenI got drunk till I made a sceneI slept on the village greenShe was gone, I was wrongFor chasing a dreamI climbed to the top of the Empire State BuildingAnd screamedI`ve been living on Grove StreetFor three years, waiting on tablesWriting my songsAnd the city turned out better,Better than I plannedBut it took a Daisy obsessionAnd a couple more things that I don`t have the pride to mentionto keep my good intentions from jaded souldYou know I heard she was out in VegasAt the palace as a cocktail waitressAnd she never loved me at allI got killed by a flowerI got taken by a waitress who was pouring it onI was weak in the kneesI just wasn`t that strong enough to seeThe flower was killing meI got killed by a flowerGot taken by the colors and the sweet perfumeI was barely a man outside the bedroomI couldn`t seeThe flower was killing me