[Verse 1] He showed up with roses and a nervous grin, Said, “These made me think of you” — weak from the bin. I smiled politely, took a tiny whiff, But honey… Grammy don’t settle for stiff. Flowers are cute… for funerals and prom, But I’m couture, crystal, and Dom Perignon. Don’t try to buy my heart with stems — I need black cards, not garden gems. [Chorus] 'Cause flowers die — Chanel doesn’t. Your scent fades — mine stuns and stuns it. I’m not your "baby" — I’m luxury defined, So if you’re coming soft, you’ll get left behind. Romance ain’t dead — just make it rare, Not two-day delivery from who-knows-where. Petals fall, but fashion’s eternal — So bloom like cash… or get journaled. [Verse 2] He said, “It’s the thought that counts.” I said, “Then think bigger amounts.” If I’m a queen, where’s my jeweled proof? I want legacy pieces — not petal-based goofs. You can woo me with wit, or wow me with gold, But daisies? Darlings, that’s getting old. My closet’s fierce, my standards tall — Your bouquet’s cute, but I want it all. [Chorus] 'Cause flowers die — Chanel doesn’t. Your effort’s sweet, but my price isn’t. Give me silk, give me shine, give me things that last — Not three-day blooms from the bargain blast. I water my garden, I grow my mind — But my gifts? Better be diamond-lined. So if you're courting me, here's the lesson: I don't do floral — I do obsession. [Bridge – Spoken / seductive whisper] Roses fade. Tulips droop. But this red lip? Timeless. This walk? Designer. This love? Selective. So don’t step to me with supermarket gestures. Step up… or step out. [Final Chorus – Big, sassy finale] Flowers die — Chanel doesn’t, baby, And I’m not cheap just 'cause I’m pretty. You want my time? Then dress the part — Not with petals, but with art. Give me fragrance I can wear, not sniff, Give me gestures with a little more if. Love me loud, love me grand, love me true — Just don’t bring me flowers… unless they come with Jimmy Choo. [Outro – whispery glam] Next time… Make it sparkle.
