| Rose girls in glass vases |
| Perfect bodies, perfect faces |
| They all belong in magazines |
| Those girls the boys are chasing |
| Winning all the games they’re playing |
| They’re always in a different league |
| Stretching toward the sky like I don’t care |
| Wishing you could see me standing there |
| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny |
| If I were a rose, maybe you’d want me |
| If I could, I’d change overnight |
| I’d turn into something you’d like |
| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny |
| If I were a rose, maybe you’d pick me |
| But I know you don’t have a clue |
| This sunflower’s waiting for you |
| Waiting for you |
| But I’m a sunflower, a little funny |
| And if I were her, maybe you’d pick me |
| But I know you don’t have a clue |
| This sunflower’s waiting for you |
| Waiting for you |