Lyrics On the Banks of the Old Pontchertrain - Hothouse Flowers , Sharon Shannon

You stand so still
Hiding on the corner
Waiting for the sign to come I come
Ah ah ah
I know your type
Yeah you're all the same
But who I am to blame when I fall deep

In the beginning you intrigue
But the way you move
It terrifies me
And you remind me of the things
That I don't need

You're a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou can't handle you
You can't handle you

I take one step
Then I take one backwards
I'm kinda curious oh no you got me already

In the beginning you succeed
But the way you move
It terrifies me
And you remind me of the things
That I don't need

You're a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou can't handle you

I don't need your nest
I don't need your shadow
And I don't need your bed
I always found it shallow
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

You're a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou can't handle

You're a hothouse flower
Something I cannot handle
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou can't handle you
You can't handle you