There are flowers in my house [And] I bought them myself No surprises in my record collection You must have thought I was someone else I'm still afraid to get lost in a city I might explore But I'm not afraid to have an eloquent boy at my door At my door, at my door, at my door
You want to be a writer Fantastic idea You say you've never seen America I really think you'd like it there
Maybe you should travel with me Is this the best idea? Because you've never seen a Redwood And you've never touched a Deer A deer, a deer, a deer A deer, a deer, my dear
Are swans deceiving us all? I for one should know I've never felt myself so graceful And I've never swam so slow So slow, [so] slow, so slow So slow, so slow, so slow [So slow, so slow, so slow]