You may not be Miss Norway
or the prettiest girl around.
But that is triviality
and gives no reason to despond.
'Cause you have got your own way
which I elsewhere haven't found:
Your value is personality
- then what is another dumb blonde?

There's many a pretty flower
but when spring's thrill is gone
and summer turns to fall
then flourishing is only one:
The cactus flower
- the prettiest of them all.

To me wou will forever
be the girl who twisted my head.
You really made the impression
of possessing special power.
You did as no one ever
wake feelings I thought were dead.
As I quit I make a confession:
- I'll miss you, Cactus Flower.

(c)1987 Oscar Publishing.