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And time on her hands... Livin' in daydreams, countin' the hours, She's tryin' so hard to understand The first man she loved Tried to change everything she does The second made her frigid, Then he left her 'cause she was The third thought all her truths were lies The fourth she hasn't been able to see Through the night clouds in her eyes Who'll be the one to know the girl with flowers, Who lives in the apartment on the second floor, In every building, every city, Behind a number on a door, Waiting for someone to want her love, And not ask for anything more What will become of the young girl with flowers, Who works every day for her rent that's always due? Will she dance through the seasons on a pastel rainbow, Or burn from the sun in a sky of blue? Now we've all known a young girl with flowers, We've seen her in the mirror, on the bus, and in the park. She smiles at everyone, talks on the phone for hours, And cries herself to sleep on nights that seem too dark Who will explain to the young girl with flowers, And time on her hands... Livin' in daydreams, countin' the hours, She's tryin' so hard to understand |