Famous Flower of Manhattan.

"And I found a flower in a field.
A field of cars and people; rows of concrete, paint, and steel.
Manhattan is where it grew.

And I thought to cut it from it's stem,
And take it from the cracks between bricks that it lay in.
And save it from city strife,
Away from the city life.

Then someone they whispered in my ear,
A county girl can't be made out of anybody here.
Don't touch it, it loves you not.
Don?t touch it, it loves you not.

Cause blue birds don't fly without their wings,
And when we put them in a cage the world can't hear them sing.
So selfish when greed sets in,
Possession, the king of sin.

And people don't ever let you down,
Forever find a way to kill whatever life they've found.
A heart beat and I want it too.
Manhattan is where she grew.

So I left and I let the flower be,
And yesterday saw the flower on cable TV.
Much prettier than here with me,
For all of the world to see.
Much prettier than here with me."