an offspring of the self-abandoned breed ungrateful in advance she pleads for what she'll never ever need she takes a road to supermarket in her silver car drums the handwheel, sings to the radio she's a superstar the redlight stop is just the time to count the glances
though most of them, no matter what the score is, are just a part of her imagination
wooah sometimes she's got a flower in her hair wooah yeah
another one who smiles upon his grief his enigmatic look means he just hesitates between 'to take' and 'to give'
and there should always be some hope yeah, there should always be some hope
wooah sometimes she's got a flower in her hair wooah yeah