I lost her I lost her I lost her
She was just in front of me.
How could I lose her?
The drips of the morphine must have done this, right?
They lied to me!
I once found a pretty little sunflower
A little golden sunflower right under the sun
And I plucked it from the ground
Because I had had a pretty awful day.
I plucked it from the ground because I was awfully lonely.
She’s gone, right?
Oh, goodness, what do I do now!
A pretty little sunflower
A pretty little sunflower
A pretty, awful little sunflower is what I need.
Oh, there you are!
I have had an awful day
And I have been looking for
An awful little sunflower.
Are you here, alone?
Come, come quickly.
I’ll pluck you to keep you with me.
It’s okay, it’s okay.
You’re just an awful little sunflower.
I’ve got some sunshine at home.
You’re not her.
You’ll never be her.
But I’ve had a pretty awful day
And I think you can keep me company.
I’ve been awfully lonely.
No sir, wait!
You don’t understand.
I just plucked her, chose her today.
Isn’t she awfully pretty?
These little things are pretty cold, sir.
And I don’t understand where you are taking me.
Are we going to find her? She’s lost, I’ve lost her.
I’ve had a pretty awful day.
And it’s awfully lonely in here.
Cement floors can’t root sunflowers.
