Well they love the way you walk, what a shame That they never cared enough to learn your name Beautiful John, beautiful boy And they way they stared, you thought they adored you You're no flower, you're no flower John is in his bed, John is sleeping Thinking about the time he rolled for free Beautiful John, beautiful dream Now you're waking up to hear them leaving You're no flower, you're no flower You're no flower, you're no flower You used to act so hard and be so cold Now you're asking "am I getting old" You're no flower, you're no flower You're no flower, you're no flower