Look at me. Won't you tell me

What you see behind the tinsel

Flower lady that you made


Me feel I must be.

Don't you know even tinsel flowers

Grow uneasy shining all the time.

Sometimes they find they can't even glow.

Could you love a blue straw-flower

With no mystic magic power?

Would you miss the glitter

Of your fantasy?

You know she isn't really me, baby.


Just to please you maybe

I can be a silver rose, but

Don't you know it's only straw-flower me?

Could you love a blue straw-flower

With no mystic magic power?

Would you miss the glitter

Of your fantasy?

You know she isn't really me, baby,

Baby, baby.