It's four hours later than you promised, your breath still smells of booze
There's lingerie in your pocket. Can't remember whose.
Driving home to face the music, your love life's on the line.
What can you do to put things right? Pull in at the sign (and buy a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet (it’s the)
Price that you’re willing to pay (for a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet
Anyway
It's the ideal gift to bring her in the wee small hours
Nothing's more appropriate than saying it with flowers.
Isn't it the perfect message? And what it says
Is just how cheap and throwaway your love is (like a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet (will it)
Say what you want it to say?
Gas station forecourt bouquet
Anyway
Roses are red love, violets are blue
Forecourt flowers are of an indeterminate hue
Petals curling at the edges, turning dusty grey
Your lover’s loving might fade away (like a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet
It's a floral cliché (but get a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet
Anyway
Rosemary's for remembrance, ivy stands for trust
Daisies speak of innocence, passion flowers of lust
But the flowers of the forecourt, they all mean the same
All they signify is guilt and bitterness and shame (and the)
Gas station forecourt bouquet
Won't make the pain go away (but try a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet
Anyway
Gas station forecourt bouquet
You might persuade her to stay (with a)
Gas station forecourt bouquet
One more day.
