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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. From Letras Mania