Look at me. wont you tell me
What you see behind the tinsel
Flower lady that you made
Me feel I must be.
Dont you know even tinsel flowers
Grow uneasy shining all the time.
Sometimes they find they cant 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 isnt really me, baby.
Just to please you maybe
I can be a silver rose, but
Dont you know its 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 isnt really me, baby,
Baby, baby.