Look at me
Won't you tell me what you see
Behind the tinsel flower lady
That you made me feel I must be
Don't you know
Even tinsel flowers grow uneasy
Shining all the time
Sometimes they find they can't even glow
Could you love a blue straw-flower
With no mystic magic power
Would you miss the glitter of your fantasy?
You know she isn't really me, baby
Just to please you
Maybe I can be a silver rose
But don't you know it's only straw-flower me?
Could you love a blue straw-flower
With no mystic magic power
Would you miss the glitter of your fantasy?
You know she isn't really me, baby, baby, baby
© September 1, 1967; Gandalf Pub Co (as "Straw-Flower Me")
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