Dear flowers,
Do you know why I like you so much?
Because my mom really likes you.
Dear flowers,
Do you know why I like you so much?
Because my mom really likes you.
Dear flowers,
Do you know why I like you so much?
Because my mom really likes you.
I can see you and you can see me.
I can talk to you and you can talk to me.
But, you can’t be mine and I can’t be yours.
Azelia Bonita Noviar 