The Primitives

Petals

Album: Spin-O-Rama [2024]
Author: Paul Court - Raphael Moore © Elefant Publishing

Sun comes up - all my dreams are wasted

Lift my head from the flower bed

My lips still sweet from the things I've tasted

I wish that I could get you outta my head

 

A heart not broken won't need mending

Nothing gained so nothing lost

But could a flower foretell the ending?

Well I won't pick those petals off

 

Spent more time than I care to mention

Trying to get me some of your attention

But you just kept on stopping to smell the flowers

It could be that you're just plain lazy

Or you want a rose but I am just a daisy

Well I don't really want to be a flower

 

A heart not broken won't need mending

Nothing gained so nothing lost

But could a flower foretell the ending?

Well I won't pick those petals off

 

Sun goes down and my dreams are waiting

Lay my head on the flower bed

Can't help wondering what could have been

I wish that I could get you outta my head

 

Spent more time than I care to mention

Trying to get me some of your attention

But you just kept on stopping to smell the flowers

It could be that you're just plain lazy

Or you want a rose but I am just a daisy

Well I don't really want to be a flower

 

A heart not broken won't need mending

Nothing gained so nothing lost

But could a flower foretell the ending?

Well I won't pick those petals off