Brad Paisley - Flowers lyrics

Long stem things of beauty

Created by the good Lord

And cut down in the prime of their lives

Boxed up, wrapped in paper

Delivered to your front door

Just to wind up in your garbage can outside

Tell me how many flowers have to die

Before you give this love another try

I've asked you to forgive me at least 9 dozen times

Tell me how many flowers have to die

I'm crazy and I'm desperate

I had you and I blew it

And right now I've got nothing left to lose

I've got a Visa in my wallet

And I'm not afraid to use it

How long the needless violence lasts

Is really up to you

Tell me how many flowers have to die

Before you give this love another try

I've asked you to forgive me at least 10 dozen times

Tell me how many flowers have to die

Stop the senseless killing

Can't you hear the roses cry

Baby, how many flowers have to die

Tell me how many flowers have to die