He got me flowers, but they weren't roses Wonder what he's thinking, wonder what it means Chocolate or red wine would've been better But I guess it's okay, I shouldn't mind Oh, there's just something about him Freckles and red hair, even got a mind of his own Oh, he is just not the weather, springtime forever Damn, I wish he bought me a rose I'm just a girl, you know I got these vinyls, I hope she likes them Her taste in music is better than mine She listens to Mozart, the songs are in mine He got me crying, like I'm a child Oh, there's just something about him Freckles and red hair, even got a mind of his own Oh, he is just not the weather, springtime forever Damn, I wish he bought me a rose I'm just a girl, you know I'm just a girl, you know I wrote her a letter, but I ain't no poet She's way too clever to read my rhymes I read Bukowski, but he likes comics Comics of heroes, heroes are cool Oh, there's just something about him Freckles and red hair, even got a mind of his own Oh, he is just not the weather, springtime forever Damn, I wish he bought me a rose I'm just a girl, you know I'm just a girl, you know He's just a man, I know