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Well they love the way you walk, what a shame That they never care enough to know your name Beautiful John, beautiful boy And the 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