I was at the back
looking through the van
he has a very cute sight
staring at her like a wine
maybe he wanted to dine
nobody knows why he does that
in my mind he was glad
but it was on a good time
not a perfect match
was bigger than that pretty face
he was amazed with that
it makes him move afar
I know why he wants to have
he must truly think right
not me I was okay like him
he wants something he could say he has
as the van was on the ground
it was moving like we grind.
He called himself a flower boy
he told her nobody can change his vibes
it was a privilege he gave it to her
and nobody can be like him
he was happy
a privilege young man
he was the original copy
I heard that he was co cocky
maybe something he since some day's
was at a perfect time of the day
getting to that bending corner
he has to stopped drinking beer
so he was still with himself there
I looked at his face
he was with a different perspective
something he was never expecting
especially as he wasn't in the best shift.
I looked at him and see sincerity
he brought out the flower to match his authenticity
he didn't do anything there with audacity
he was going with blissful in the city
into a concert with much singing
holding her hands as he was perfectly singing
he said something about himself again through velocity
I didn't want to spoil their loving chilling
he was good to cherish with
he never stop to say it
they flowers were always within him
uncountable he always gave it to her
the happiness was very big and far
she was enjoying his loving vibes
he was the flower boy.
In just a short while of her meeting with him, he has already bought for her numerous colors of flowers, she called him the flowers boyfriend.