Well they love the way you walk, what a shame
That they never care enough to know your name
Beautiful John, beautiful boy
And the way they stared, you thought they adored you

You're no flower
You're no flower

John is in his bed, John is sleepin'
Thinkin' 'bout the time he rolled for free
Beautiful John, beautiful dream
Now you're waking up to hear them leavin'

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
And now you're askin': Am I gettin' old?

You're no flower
You're no flower
You're no flower
You're no flower