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Well they love the way you walk, what a shame
That they never cared enough to learn your name
Beautiful John, beautiful boy
And they way they stared, you thought they adored you
You're no flower
You're no flower
John is in his bed, John is sleepin'
Thinkin' 'bout the time he rolled for free
Beautiful John, beautiful dream
Now you're waking up to hear them leavin'
You're no flower
You're no flower
You're no flower
You're no flower
You used to act so hard and be so cold
And now you're askin', "Am I gettin' old?"
You're no flower
You're no flower
You're no flower
You're no flower
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