Diorama

I wanna be your favorite girl Like it's a diorama Leaning on little plastic trees And if I can't be your favorite I'll learn to be less important I'm just a figurine Take me gently in your hands Place me on synthetic grass Or maybe on the cotton snow Just wherever is pretty Wherever you need me I'm digging roots up from the sand Here in our diorama Hoping you'll come to till the land Take me gently in your hands Place me on synthetic grass Or maybe on the cotton snow Just wherever is pretty Wherever you need me