She was always taken for someone famous
Or somebody elso whose got their life together
Daisy was a genius in waitress disguise
She spoke of New York, Vegas
Or use a french word, and flirt for my attention
Did I mention, that I was in love
Back home, my mother told me
That Daisy was a poison or just some floosie user
A confuser
But how could she know
That my girl was a flower, a lover
The kind of sunrise that every midnight recovers
Rediscovers, and then you sleep with a smile
And I didn't want to leave her
But this blind man couldn't see her
She just took my love
And since, nobody's seen her
I got killed by a flower
I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on
I was weak in the knees
Just I wasn't that strong enough to see
That the flower's killing me
With my intuition in remission
I gathered my guitar, got into my car
And left town for New York
I couldn't let Daisy go
I drove like a demon throught Cleveland
With images of her walking New York streets in my rear view
Then my tape deck blew
But my mother's words sang on
And I know I should have let go
But I couldn't live my life and not know
If she ever loved me at all
I got killed by a flower
I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on
I was weak in the knees
Just I wasn't that strong enough to see
That the flower was killing me
I got killed by a flower
Got taken by the colors and the sweet perfume
I was barely a man outside the bedroom
I couldn't see
The flower was killing me
Time Square scare
Where's Daisy going
I searched for days in cafes, cliches
Nobody will ever know just where I've been
I got drunk till I made a scene
I slept on the village green
She was gone, I was wrong
For chasing a dream
I climbed on the top of the Empire State Building
And screamed
I've been living on Grove Street
For three years, waiting on tables
Writing my songs
And the city turned out better,
Better than I planned
But it took a Daisy obsession
And a couple more things that I don't have the pride to mention
To keep my good intentions from a jaded sould
You know I heard she was out in Vegas
At the Palace as a cocktail waitress
And she never loved me at all
I got killed by a flower
I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on
I was weak in the knees
I just wasn't that strong enough to see
That the flower was killing me
I got killed by a flower
Got taken by the colors and the sweet perfume
I was barely a man outside the bedroom
I couldn't see
The flower was killing me
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