I found a flower in a field A field of cars and people, Rows of concrete, paint, and steel Manhattan is where it grew
And I thought, to cut it from its stem And take it from the cracks Between bricks that it lay in And save it from city strife Away from the city life
Then someone, they whispered in my ear A county girl can't be made out of anybody here Don't touch it, it loves you not Don't touch it, it loves you not
Cause blue birds, Don't fly without their wings And when we put them in a cage The world can't hear them sing So selfish when greed sets in Possession, the king of sin
And people don't ever let you down Forever find a way to kill whatever love they've found A heart beat and I want it too Manhattan is where she grew
So I left and I let the flower be And yesterday saw the flower on cable TV Much prettier than here with me For all of the world to see Much prettier than here with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
