They might treat you like a flower,
But at some point they're sour.
I don't understand how they change their colours so frequently,
One minute they're sweet, and the next they speak sourly.
They might treat you like a flower,
But at some point they're sour.
In accordance with the law of divine,
The way they hurt people, is truly malign
So beware of such snakes,
Because of whom your heart always breaks.
They might treat you like a flower,
But at some point they're sour.
It's like they promise,
Just to appear nice.
They expect you to compromise
Trust me, they're not that wise.
