Ours is just a little sorrow,
time to buy is time to borrow,
sit and leer at your reflection,
egotistical is your projection,
time to pay the final price,
once is bitten twice is nicer,
you won't enjoy your final bow,
'cos she is not your precious flower,
she is not your precious flower,
she is wilting by the hour . . .

judge won't sit your final trial,
she cannot bare your weak denial,
now sit and fret your life away,
it's trial by media's judgement day . . .

she is not your precious flower,
she is wilting by the hour,
she is not your precious flower . . .