You look at me and smile, you loiter for a while
You sniff at the air as though I am candy at a fair
You stare and try and take a peak, you want to know a price but dare not speak
I am on show in front of the shop from a land you do not know
Above my plastic top my beautiful heads begin to drop
I am garage flowers, cheap and cheerful and only last half an hour
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