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get her the fucking flowers by Paris Paloma album cover

get her the fucking flowers

Paris Paloma

Lyrics
It was grotesque
I held a bouquet of flowers
Like a severed head
As though it was a carcass
That I'd feast off in the winter
I knew how few and far between those things were

And so I dragged it home
You even took a picture
I held it up to show
Like I'd caught it on a fish hook
Are your acts of love so rare to be commemorated?
Like a beast I'd taken down

And I'd survive the scarcity
I would go hungry
Just to prove you care for me
To feel you love me, I'd make do
I've said before I bear the cold
Better for knowing you

I would go hunting
And whatever I caught
I would wrap it up and
Leave it at your door
Just so you could give it to me
And I'd thank you, thank you so profusely

You know I'd make it last and
I would lick it dry
Use all of the bones and
Make delicate ventriles
And I'd warm myself in winter
With the animal's raw hide
For all of my hinting
You tapped out at one time

And I'd survive the scarcity
I would go hungry
Just to prove you care for me
To feel you love me, I'd make do
I've said before I bear the cold
Better for knowing you

I cringe at the thought now
In all of its indignity
Of needing love from you
Of what that did to me
And I will never plead again
Just to be loved
It's not enough
It's not enough

And I survived the scarcity
And I went hungry
Just to prove you cared for me
To feel you love me, I made do
I've said before I bear the cold
Better for knowing you