Lyrics Wallflower - Silverada

Alright, it's Friday night, and I know where to find ya
With the bar flies and neon lights buzzing' all around ya
You twirl your hair like you don't care that no one sat beside ya
You're begging for it now
Wallflower

In this barroom you gotta good view
I'm sure you've seen me running wild
Behind an 8 ball and a pool cue where you have been exiled
I've got a short list of sweet names
'cause I don't know what to call ya
I'm begging for it now

And this hell is your creation
You're just a face among the crowd
A name no one remembers
A queen without a crown
Wallflower

Out of view I hit on you but you never even noticеd
You turned a blind eye, anothеr bar fly buzzin' 'round a lotus
But I want you so if you want to then I could take you out
You're begging for it now

And this hell is your creation
You're just a face among the crowd
A name no one remembers
A queen without a crown
A queen without crown
Wallflower