review_text: "Rose girls in glass vasesPerfect bodies, perfect facesThey all belong in magazinesThose girls the boys are chasingWinning all the games they're playingThey're always in a different leagueStretching toward the sky like I don't careWishing you could see me standing there But I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd want meIf I could, I'd change overnightI’d turn into something you'd like But I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd pick meBut I know you don't have a clueThis sunflower's waiting for youWaiting for you But I'm a sunflower, a little funnyAnd if I were her, maybe you'd pick meBut I know you don't have a clueThis sunflower's waiting for youWaiting for you"
review_text_processed: "rose girls in glass vasesperfect bodies, perfect facesthey all belong in magazinesthose girls the boys are chasingwinning all the games they're playingthey're always in a different leaguestretching toward the sky like i don't carewishing you could see me standing there but i'm a sunflower, a little funnyif i were a rose, maybe you'd want meif i could, i'd change overnighti’d turn into something you'd like but i'm a sunflower, a little funnyif i were a rose, maybe you'd pick mebut i know you don't have a cluethis sunflower's waiting for youwaiting for you but i'm a sunflower, a little funnyand if i were her, maybe you'd pick mebut i know you don't have a cluethis sunflower's waiting for youwaiting for you"