She loves me
She loves me not

You are the sunflower basking in the light
Whistling in the wind
Rising each day

She loves me
She loves me not

How could you pick the petals off of something so beautiful?
Unearth a living thing from the ground and slowly torture it with each pluck

She loves me
She loves me not

She loves me!
Like the sunflower loves the big sun even after it has been dug up
Even after its color has been thrown to the ground with each-
She loves me, she loves me not

You are my sunflower
I’m sorry I pick on you