A Flower

A flower, according to Mr. Billy Strayhorn
Now defunct, is a lovesome thing
I would have wondered, yes, I wonder
If it really brings you all the joy
And happiness it's supposed to bring
People say to me, they say "I’ve got the key
Yes, I've got the key to happiness and prosperity"

You got love, you got love
Everybody got love
You got love, everybody
You need real good vibrations
You need real good vibrations
You need real good vibrations
You need real good vibrations
And then you love everybody
Better than you do yourself
"That's the point of the exercise", they say

I would have wondered what would happen
If we made ourselves up a whole gang of flowers
Out of spring steel and razor blades
An’ painted them all over in pretty colours
Perfume them with all the sweet scents of Arabia
Then, if anybody interfered with us
We could give them a real mark of our affection

You can't love, you can't love everybody
You can't love, you can't love everybody
'Cause they ain't all the same people
I said, they ain't all the same people
Oh, they ain’t all the same people
They ain’t all the same people
And I love me, baby, better than you do yourself

Well, think about it