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Violet, you're an absolute killjoy.
I'm sorry.
I don't know anyone here.
That's what a party's for,
make a new friend.
You never know, it could be
a Hollywood star, or a bank man.
The Bartlebys have a beautiful home.
Of course, they have a beautiful home.
They built the railroad
from here to Timbuktu.
Do you think if you're this rich
you wake up in the morning
feeling very different from how we feel?
Sure.
You wake up warm.
There's Bartleby.
Oh! He makes valentino look like a slob.
I bet these Bartlebys feel
well-rested and clear every day.
Because they don't have
to dream at night. Why would they?
You're an odd duck, Violet.
But I like you.
I swear, is gonna be the most splendid
year of my life. I'm gonna see the world.
And I swear to meet a wealthy man,
who's also handsome.
Two!
One!
Happy new year!
- Hi.
- Hi.
I got a cup for you, too.
I don't think it's too cold,
but you could stick a finger in and see.
Had some at home.
I'm so relieved to see you.
I mean, I read about what happened
to you last year with that maniac.
But you're doing well?
I thought maybe you would call.
I wanted to give you your space.
You look fine.
- So do you.
- It's 'cause I'm happy.
It's 'cause I'm getting married.
That's why you wanted to see me?
Lilly, when you know
someone's right for you,
you just feel it undeniably in your bones.
You ever had that feeling?
- What's his name?
- Jackie.
So will you let me buy you
a beautiful dress and shoes
and will you be my maid of honor?
- What about Chris?
- You're my firstborn. Chris will understand.
- You can't find her, can you?
- Your sister's not like you and me.
- She doesn't need a home base.
- She's running from the law, mom.
Lilly, watch what you say about
your sister. / Yeah, I'm really busy. So...
Yeah, I know, your job's important
to you. / Well, yeah, we're overloaded.
Sorry. / Right.
Well, don't have to make a decision now.
Have dinner with me and Jackie.
I'll see. Okay.
My great-grandmother was m*rder*d in .
.
All right.
I know it was a long time ago,
but I felt like I had to
come in here for myself.
I've been preparing,
doing the family history,
and I found this online.
- A death certificate.
- All I've got.
There's no relatives listed,
just the boarding house where she lived.
She gave up my grandmother for adoption,
so all we've ever known is her name.
Violet Polley.
That's not a lot for us to go on.
Detective Rush?
Aimee Goodman. / Hi.
Aimee's great-grandmother
was m*rder*d in ' .
' , huh?
Do you ever feel like
you want to change your life,
but you can't outrun
your screwed-up family?
Yeah.
Well, the women in my family
have not had the greatest lives.
I think it goes back to Violet.
Like a curse hanging over us.
The thing is...
look, we're swamped right now, Aimee.
Just not a lot of spare time.
We'll make the time.
I'll give it every second I have.
Violet Polley, found dead
on Christmas day, .
Cause of death, fractured skull
from a blow to the head.
Photo doesn't show a lot of blood
at the crime scene.
So she didn't die there.
Body was dumped.
Looks like she didn't have family
to spend the holidays with. None listed.
Home address is Darlington
boarding house in old city.
- I know that place.
- It's on the historical register.
Susan B. Anthony lived there for a time.
Made us go there in junior high.
Can't remember a thing
except the gift shop.
Guys in evidence whined at me like
a bunch of pre-teens.
Guess they hate dust.
All the belongings Violet had with her
when the body was found.
What's that?
A rattle. / For her baby.
Aimee's grandmother.
- We know who the father was?
- No one knows.
Don't even know specifically
when the baby was born.
Just that she was brought up at
st. Mary's orphanage in Germantown.
Start with the Darlington boarding house,
maybe they can fill in the
gaps on Violet staying there. / Okay.
How'd it go with your mom this morning?
She's getting married.
For the fourth time.
That quilt was made from hand.
Amazing, right?
That's a girl with time on her hands.
Better than snacking.
Single girls lived in this place
from to ,
and left a lot behind.
Quilt included.
Plus, this.
- Girl's journal.
- Covers the years ' and ' .
Ever seen the name
Violet Polley in there?
She's one of your main characters.
Uh, starting on this page.
"Ginger Swensen made it her business to turn
Violet from a rag-a-muffin to a real Sheba."
No kidding.
What's the date?
December , .
New year's eve.
"First order of business, the hair."
I won't even recognize myself.
That's the idea.
Out with the old, in with the swanky.
Where'd you say you're from, Violet?
Oley valley, near Reading.
I don't drink.
I keep my mind sharp
because I'm a writer.
Well, that's funny,
'cause every writer I've ever met
is fried to the hat or passed out on
Nick Bartleby's couch.
Violet, you got a daddy?
He's dead.
And my mother, too.
I mean, fella.
I did, but that's all over.
The male persuasion are saps,
all of them.
I moved to Philadelphia because that's
what the bus ticket I stole said on it.
What about you?
I heard a song on the radio
one day, back at home.
It was the most on-the-level
song I'd ever heard,
and when it was over,
I felt utterly different.
What song?
"Poor man's blues" by Bessie Smith.
That's why I'm here,
to sell my songs to wonderful singers.
But Bessie Smith's a n*gro.
A writer needs to see the world.
Well, it ain't the world,
it's Philadelphia.
We'll see it tonight
at the Bartleby mansion.
It's gonna be the berries.
Bartleby mansion.
You seen that place?
I could fit of my apartments in there.
Those people were American royalty.
Their parties were known
all over the East coast.
Pretty good invitation for
a boarding-house girl.
The girls who stayed here would've
been single and on the younger side.
Ain't a party without cute girls.
Any Bartlebys left in Philly?
Nick Bartleby d*ed in a hunting
accident, I know that,
and the only one that's
left here is Muriel.
And they say the old girl hasn't
left the house in years.
Can we borrow this journal?
Well, it's bad enough I'm letting
you touch it with your bare hands.
Fine. But no direct sunlight,
and no moisture.
I was plotting my escape,
but then I found something helpful.
WPA transcripts.
Interviewee, Ginger Swensen.
Name from the boarding house journal.
Girl who cut Violet's hair.
WPA, during the new deal,
paid people to do interviews
with everyday Joes.
This Ginger was one of them,
talking about her roaring s.
"Before the big crash,
we whooped it up."
According to this, biggest whoop
of all was that new year's eve party.
"Where a friend of mine, an inexperienced
farm girl from Oley valley,"
"had a bit too much to drink."
Mine, it's my house.
Your brother says to bed
right now, Muriel.
You were right about liquor,
it is an artist's best friend.
I'm full of a certain Joie de vivre.
I'd like to sing a song for everyone.
Betty's The Cat's Pajamas.
Hit it, Violet.
Violet?
Hello!
This is a lovely party.
This song is about
poor farmers where I'm from.
Enjoy!
♪ Woke up this morning ♪
♪ I got one dress left ♪
♪ woke up this morning ♪
♪ I got one dress left ♪
♪ bank man say I ain't never ♪
♪ gonna get the rest ♪
♪ I prayed for water ♪
♪ I prayed to save our land ♪
♪ lord, I prayed for water ♪
♪ I prayed to save our land ♪
♪ the dust done come ♪
♪ and I can't find a helping hand ♪
♪ daddy gone and left us ♪
♪ mama up and d*ed ♪
♪ if I weren't so thirsty ♪
♪ I'd be likely to cry ♪
♪ woke up this morning ♪
♪ got this old dress left ♪
♪ woke up this morning ♪
♪ this old rag is all
♪ gonna cut it into curtains ♪
♪ and show the world how I look best ♪
Thank you.
- What's your name?
- I am Felix Spyczyk.
Happy new year, Mr. Spyczyk.
Hey, what do you mean to do here?
Come with me, someplace private.
What kind of girl do you think I am?
Kind of girl who
drinks too much champagne.
Get your filthy hands off me, mister!
"We were only young girls
with the most vague idea"
"of what catching a man's eye
could really mean."
So this Spyczyk takes advantage
of the girls at his boss's party.
Maybe what he did to
her had consequences.
Those consequences wound up at
st. Mary's orphanage without a mother.
Felix Spyczyk was Bartleby's driver.
That's what he told the
arresting officer in .
When he's picked up for
illegal possession of liquor.
Don't forget frequenting a bawdy house
in ' and possession of opium, ' .
Not the man you'd want around
the young girls at your party.
Be great to ask the Bartlebys about it.
Kat and Scotty went to
the mansion this morning. No answer.
Family lawyer hasn't returned any calls.
- Hey.
- Heard about your Bartleby visit.
Could've sworn I saw Muriel
through the curtains.
She must leave the house sometimes.
Lie in wait while she gets
the morning paper?
Your mom called, a few times.
Wanted to make sure you had
the address for the restaurant.
She wants me to be her maid of honor.
Buttering you up with a free meal.
I guess, if I go,
at least she'll stop calling.
We're investigating the m*rder of a girl seen
at the Bartleby new year's eve party, ,
being manhandled by Felix Spyczyk.
My grandfather did many things during
that period that he was not proud of.
Includes everything on his criminal record
and whatever young girls
he was seen manhandling.
- He told you about that?
- It was part of his job.
- He was a procurer.
- For Bartleby.
Whatever the great man wanted,
that's what my grandfather had to get him.
- Booze and girls.
- Serves the guy for seven years,
then one day, Nick Bartleby fires him.
Plucks a clock off the mantle,
and says, "take this and hit the road."
He made good, though.
Sold the clock for $
and started Spyczyk shipping.
Took me years,
but I tracked it down,
bought it at auction.
Your grandfather tell you a lot
about his days with Bartleby?
At the end of his life,
he wanted to tell his stories.
So I listened and made tapes of them.
How about the night he procured
Violet Polley at the new year's party?
The one girl who said no to Nick Bartleby.
She said, "my name is
Violet Polley from Oley valley,"
"and I am a songwriter,
not a boozy floozy."
That's her, our girl.
Mr. Bartleby had said to me,
"get the singing dame."
So I did.
- Let me out!
- Aw! You call it a night.
Okay, Spyczyk, old boy,
let her out.
You told me bring this one.
Not if she's violently opposed to being
in the same room with me,
which she clearly is.
That is, unless I'm growing on you
and you'd like a drink. / No, thank you.
Wait! Spyczyk, bar the door
until the lady answers one question.
What on earth was that song?
"One last dress" is an original
by Violet Polley. / Oh, I know her.
She's known to get a little soused at soirees
and show her knickers to strangers.
I do not!
Well, darn it.
Do you ever miss being part of
the human race with the rest of us,
or do you like life up on your mountain?
I don't think I'm any better
than the average Joe,
if that's what you're implying.
I just wonder if it gets old,
waking up each morning with
nothing to work for.
If I had a talent like yours,
I would work, Violet Polley.
Thank you, Mr. Bartleby.
But as god made me,
I can only offer you charm,
- which does nothing for you.
- True.
And my loyal driver Spyczyk,
half as handsome but twice
the man that I am.
He and I can see you safely
home in my packard.
I don't think so.
I'm a songwriter, Mr. Bartleby,
not a boozy floozy.
So Violet rejected Nick Bartleby.
That's a bold move.
Here's the punch line.
Bartleby loved it.
The one girl who says no
turns his head?
Sent flowers to her
boarding house the next day.
Told my grandfather to lay them
thick as oriental carpet.
How many of those tapes you got?
Days worth. How much would you like
to know about Poland?
We'll get back to you.
" flowers" is the name
of an old blues standard. / Yeah?
The lyrics go "like an oriental
carpet, thick and sweet."
Violet was a songwriter.
Where'd you hear that?
Singer I know covers it, Lena.
Lena, huh?
Let me get a look at the threads.
That's all right.
What are you doing?
Just making sure you look good enough to
see the woman you talk about in your sleep.
- We're going to see her.
- Not we.
" flowers" by V. Polley.
So she got a song published.
Few dollars in her pocket.
Pretty upbeat song,
but it is about a love triangle.
Woman choosing between two men.
"When I gave up what was ours
I met a man so kind."
Nick Bartleby could be the kind one.
Leaving a woman flowers is kind.
Why don't you bring it to live?
♪ You and I ♪
♪ said good-bye ♪
♪ I thought I'd die ♪
♪ flowers... ♪
♪ I've been sitting here for hours ♪
Came here to take you back,
but it seems like you've plumb forgotten
what you and me made together.
Hate to think of what you been
doing to earn these flowers.
Been working on my songs.
Get your head on straight, Violet.
You're acting bigger than you are.
I won't come home with you
to tend to pigs all my life.
That's who you are, woman.
I don't want to tell you again.
You have three guesses to guess
which gorgeous man is downstairs
asking for you personally.
Oh...
I'm...
- You been acting loose?
- Be careful, she kicks.
I've seen it. / She's spoken for.
You scram, cake-eater.
She speaks for herself.
You tell people back in Oley valley
they'll be hearing about me.
But they will never
see me back there again.
I'll take a ride in that fancy car.
I'd like to see the world, please.
♪ Don't be blue, find someone new ♪
♪ flowers... ♪
Sounds like your Violet chose Bartleby.
Song says "I left behind what was ours."
- You think that could mean a baby?
- Could be.
Songs from this era are coded
when referring to something scandalous.
Hometown guy thinks he's gonna get
a second chance with the mother of his baby,
but he gets thrown over for someone new.
Many sad songs written about
being thrown over.
Many lives ended over it, too.
We got the hometown boyfriend's full name
from the boarding house journal.
Jeb Shiner. / Anything on him
being the father of Violet's kid?
- Not yet, but...
- We know he didn't k*ll Violet.
He was too busy with his pig.
Farmer's almanac.
"Jeb Shiner of reading, Pennsylvania
and his prize-winning swine,"
"December , ."
Three days before Violet was k*lled.
And the pig contest was in California.
In , it would've taken him more than
three days to get from there to here.
So jeb wasn't in Philadelphia
when Violet d*ed.
What'd you dig up on
the Bartleby relationship?
That the man was a dog.
Check it out.
Photoplay, us weekly back in the day.
And there's Nick Bartleby looking smug
with a gal named Carmela Lefleur.
- Who's that?
- She was Mae West-type actress.
Had a burlesque show.
It was pretty famous,
and she and Bartleby were
an on-again, off-again thing.
Where's Violet fit in?
According to gossip?
right in the middle.
"Nick Bartleby had the nerve
to bring his new squeeze"
"to the black cat house in Philadelphia..."
♪ I'm wearing secondhand hats ♪
♪ secondhand cologne ♪
♪ That's why they call me
♪ even our piano in the parlor ♪
I don't have the right clothes
for this place.
To look like you do in that dress,
these women would pay $ .
Well, they only need two and a quarter.
Nick, this might just be
the greatest night of my entire life.
Is it me or the dancers?
Right now, I'm looking over your right
shoulder at Carmela Lefleur in the flesh.
Trust me, you're not
seeing her in the flesh.
She is absolutely sensationally beautiful
and she'd be just the right gal
to sing my songs.
Hello, Nick.
Carmela.
Oh, I see.
So Philadelphia really is a small town.
Violet, let's go.
We can go anywhere you'd like.
I just don't want our evening ruined.
Hey, pal? What's the meaning of this?
The milk's for the girl you're baby-sitting.
Help her grow up strong.
- Keep it to yourself, would you, Carmela?
- From now on, I will, mister.
Don't cry, darling.
This is nothing compared
to what I'll do to you
if I catch your flat behind
with Nick Bartleby ever again.
Okay.
Carmela Lefleur put it out there.
Don't be in public with my man.
Could be Violet didn't take the advice
to heart. Got spotted again.
Got a contact for Carmela.
It's a local guy.
- Where'd you get that?
- Name on a web site.
"Mickey Stein. No. fan."
I know, fan sites are so cheesy.
I put it up to attract info for my thesis.
What's your thesis on, Mr. Stein?
"Carmela Lefleur:
The quintessential vaudeville girl's
re-invention of the feminine"
"in her work in Philadelphia
from to ."
- Specific.
- And yet there's so much to tell.
- What sparked your interest in Carmela?
- My grandfather was her dresser.
His job was to put her clothes on her?
Wardrobe, personal assistant, hair,
full-time confidante.
He tell you about Carmela's
relationship with Nick Bartleby?
Like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton,
those two. Back and forth.
We're looking into the m*rder of a girl
that went out with Bartleby.
- Carmela wasn't happy about it.
- m*rder?
Really!
Do tell.
We're gonna be the ones taking notes here.
- Violet Polley. Ever hear about her?
- Sure!
Didn't know she was m*rder*d.
She really pissed Carmela off,
showing up at the burlesque show
with Bartleby.
Well, that, that was then.
A few months after that,
the girls made up.
- How do you know about it?
- My granddad was there.
It was after one of Carmela's "Dragon Lady"
performances at The Black Cat House.
Such gorgeous silk.
Straight from the orient, darling.
I've got a chinaman mad for me.
He thinks I'd be big as tea over there.
Hello, Carmela.
Can I have one moment of your time?
Autographed pictures in an hour,
behind the stage door. Shoo, fly.
It's all right, Mickey.
Don't you know who this is?
- It's Nick Bartleby's girl.
- Oh, dear.
Carmela, please don't turn me away.
I'd like to ask you something.
Well, what is it?
I'm a songwriter,
writing original tunes.
I write from the soul, about the plight
of the average Jack or Jane,
people like my parents were
humble, good people.
Get her a soda water.
I'm sorry. This is so strange.
You been crying like this regular?
Nick's in Europe.
I suppose I miss him.
Feeling queasy, too?
Achy, like you got the flu?
Yeah. That's it.
You had it, too?
I did. Once.
You're knocked up, kid.
No.
What would you know about it?
You don't have kids.
It doesn't always have to end that way.
But judging by the way you
filled out through the middle,
it's too late for you.
I don't know what I'll do.
I've almost run through my savings.
Nick's gone and I've been
too ill to get a job.
What about your humble parents?
They're gone.
Um, cigarette? Uh, scotch?
No, thank you.
Kid, how much for a song?
- How many do you want?
- How many you got?
It was Nick Bartleby's baby.
Aimee's a Bartleby.
- That oughta blow her socks off.
- I know I'd be thrilled.
Rich guy doesn't wanna set up
camp with his side dish?
And her illegitimate child.
Gorgeous, rich man seeks poor songwriter
to birth scion and live in marital bliss?
I don't think so.
Are you dating anyone?
Ray came through town.
- Who's he?
- I want better for you, is all.
Well, there was this D.A. Kite.
- He was a good one, but...
- He was too good, right?
- Not for me. I'm a lightweight.
- She is.
Remember when you broke your jaw?
She was always into something.
What happened? You fell, right?
A broken jaw is horrible.
She used to run out
in the middle of the night.
I can't believe I even slept,
I'd, I'd worry so much.
I was att*cked.
I didn't fall.
We lived in some bad neighborhoods.
How about I check on our order?
The look on your face, all night, what?
He doesn't even know
that you're an alcoholic? / Was.
You could try being polite to him.
This is my new husband.
- For the next month.
- Oh, stop it.
- Maybe I fail, but I try.
- It's more than failed
when you bring home guys
who hit you and steal from you.
But I try, okay? I find happiness,
if only for a little while.
That's more than you can say.
At least I'm not alone.
I'd rather be alone than clinging
to a man who doesn't even know me.
Well, as usual,
you're so much better than... / Stop.
How long did you and the D.A.
keep it together, huh?
- More than a month?
- I can't go to your wedding.
What, work is so important?
Because I can't smile and,
and pose for pictures
and pretend that everything's
fine when it's not.
I just want one night of
happiness with you there.
Is that so wrong?
Have I done so badly I can't have that?
Well, I can't give it to you.
You deserve it, too, Lilly.
To just be happy.
I'm out right now.
Leave your message.
Kite.
Lilly Rush.
Well, you're working late, I bet.
Look, I want to say something,
and I know the ship has sailed with us,
so that's not why I'm calling.
I, uh...
well, I'm just gonna say it.
Look, I know it's on me,
how we ended things.
I got flipped out.
I just...
I just want to not end up
like my mom, you know?
But I don't wanna end up
like this either.
So I'm done.
I'm done with having
to walk home alone.
She can't do it, but I can.
I can change.
Lilly?
- I'm related to the Bartlebys?
- Yes. / Definitely?
We got a lead from Carmela
Lefleur's biographer
on the doctor who helped
girls in trouble back then.
This is the doctor's record
of your grandmother's birth.
"Baby girl. Eight pounds,
three ounces. Rose."
That's my grandmother.
There's a quilt from the boarding
house where Violet lived.
- Says "Rosie" on it.
- Maybe Violet made it.
So why did I grow up the way I did
and the Bartlebys grew up the way they did?
We're gonna find out.
Your great-grandmother was a songwriter.
She published a song called " flowers."
What's it sound like?
It's beautiful.
I'll have to find it.
Muriel Bartleby's g*ng
of lawyers just called.
Says you've got minutes.
And they're timing it.
That sounds like we're being summoned.
I hear we've got
minutes with you, Muriel.
I, uh...
I don't see people as a rule.
Thanks for the exception.
Do you know about our family?
My brother had the most
marvelous parties in this house.
The walls pulsed with life.
Now look. / Violet Polley had
your brother Nick's child.
People always wanted
to claim our name as their own.
People like Violet?
We were so careful not to allow
a crooked branch on the family tree.
Now there are no Bartlebys left.
Except for Violet's descendants.
Sounds like your brother will do anything
to protect the family name.
My brother had nothing
to do with Violet's death.
How do you know?
Because I saw him wash
his hands of her. / When?
Some time after the crash.
Violet was right here,
in this room with her baby.
Daddy gave it to me!
I won't sell it!
Muriel! Behave!
Our banker, Mr. Treehorn, threw himself
out of his sixth floor window today.
Buck up, Bartleby.
It'll turn around.
It's the end of the world.
Violet Polley is here to see you, sir.
Tell her I'm away.
You should see her, sir.
- Get out of my house, Spyczyk.
- Sir?
I cannot afford you.
You are dismissed.
Violet.
You've been home awhile now,
and you haven't rang me back.
It ain't on me, kid.
Me and him are strictly platonic.
What is that?
This is our daughter.
I know you meant to be through with me,
Nick, but this is our child.
I named her Rose
after the roses you gave me.
This is scandalous.
Then marry me.
Violet, that's ridiculous.
You're a grown man.
You can do as you please.
I did.
And now I'm through.
If you won't marry me, take Rose.
I can't provide for her alone.
I need your help.
I can't give you anything!
I can't help you,
I can't even help myself.
You can take my clock.
It's made of gold.
You're no kind of man, Bartleby.
Why don't you save the day, Carmela?
Take the baby yourself,
and raise it backstage with your
opium pipe and your fairies.
We, uh...
we could've taken the little baby.
We survived.
When was this?
Christmas day.
You gave Violet your gold clock?
A child's idea of help.
Who knows how much it was worth?
Seventy-five dollars.
Daniel, we'd like to take
the clock in with us.
- I'd rather you didn't.
- Why is that, Daniel ?
Well, it's a family heirloom.
You know the story
Felix told you isn't true.
Bartleby didn't give him that clock.
Well, it's what he always told me.
Except that one time
when he told you the truth.
You said your grandfather wanted
to tell you his stories before he d*ed.
To get them off his chest.
We think he told you
about a m*rder, Daniel.
Felix Spyczyk was an honorable man.
He was the last one seen
with her, day she d*ed.
He took the clock from her.
Why do you have to do this?
He's gone now. He's long gone,
and he can't be punished.
Violet's family has been punished.
Their lives would have been so different
if they had her around.
They deserve to put it to bed.
I thought about destroying the tape.
But it's what he wanted.
He wanted to tell the truth.
So here.
That's okay, grandfather.
You can rest now.
I want to say it,
what I did to her.
It's okay.
It was after she left Bartleby's
with nothing but a crying baby
and that gold clock.
It's okay, baby Rose.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
- He is scum.
- Yes, he is.
People think he is like god,
all of them, in their beautiful house,
Bartlebys!
We know the truth about Bartleby,
and what he did to you
and your little baby.
We can tell the world.
What are you suggesting, Mr. Spyczyk?
I will tell him give us money
or we tell newspapers.
He has no money.
You heard him.
These people survive like cockroach.
He has money.
He can always find what he needs,
Nick Bartleby.
No. I've made it this far.
I'm a girl who finds a way.
Wake up.
You have baby and no money.
Today I don't, but tomorrow...
This is good plan.
This is how to do
as the rich do in America.
Squeezing them.
I'm not that sort of person.
You take clock already.
You let him buy you.
I'd rather find a way to make it
on my own than be a lowly blackmailer.
I am not lowly!
Blackmailing makes you
as bad as Bartleby.
I'm not like Bartleby!
I'm not.
Rosie...
All right, moppet. All right.
♪ You and I said good-bye ♪
♪ I thought I'd die ♪
♪ flowers ♪
♪ I've been sitting here forever ♪
♪ can't seem to ♪
♪ make up my mind ♪
♪ you and I ♪
♪ second chance ♪
♪ hometown romance ♪
♪ flowers ♪
♪ when I gave up ♪
♪ what was ours ♪
♪ I met a man so kind ♪
♪ red petals tickling my feet ♪
♪ like an oriental carpet ♪
♪ thick and sweet ♪
♪ what once was ♪
♪ dust now is grand ♪
♪ I believe I've found ♪
♪ my new man ♪
♪ baby, you ♪
♪ don't be blue ♪
♪ find someone new ♪
♪ flowers ♪
♪ I've been sitting here ♪
♪ for hours ♪
♪ I've up and changed my mind ♪
♪ yeah ♪
♪ I've up and changed my mind ♪