Floral Dresses - Lucy Rose, The Staves

I grew up in one hell of a family

You’d envy us alright

All three girls are looking for trouble

But we came home every night

I don’t wanna wear your floral dresses

And my lips won’t be coloured

I don’t want your diamond necklace

Your disapproval cuts through

But I see the way you look at me

You don’t have to tell me

I’m growing older each passing day

But my heart still remains

I bet you thought I’d grow out of these habits

Forgive me, I’m​ the same

I don’t wanna wear your floral dresses

And my lips won’t be coloured

I don’t want your diamond necklace

Your disapproval cuts through

'Cause I see the way you look at me

I see the way you look at me

You don’t have to tell me