This Bouquet Lyrics - Not A Pretty Girl - Ani Difranco

got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts 

wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk 

i'm always starving for words when you're around 

nothing on my tongue so much in my ground 

half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door 

fourth door from the end 

rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor 

if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends 

too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends. 

see the little song bird unable to make a sound 

even though she follows her words from town to town 

we both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay 

that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet.