Roses

Rose said «e it’s time to make a mess
Time will soon be mine in time I guess
She’s painting on my back a beautiful flowerpot
And she treats me she treats me she treats me like her local god
Rose said «e it’s time to make a mess
This one’s yours and yours is self obsessed
She’s painting on my back a green tom, the beefheart one
And she cuddles and she coos and she cuts the bullshit I confessed
She said:"Don't look my way
What can I possibly say
I’ve never seen you before today
I’m just the one that makes you think of the one
that makes you feel like you’re the one"
But thank you for the roses, for the roses
so thank you for the roses, for the roses
thank you for the roses, for the roses
thank you for the roses, for the roses
Rose said «e it’s time to make a mess
remind me what it is that I do best
She’s painting on my back some beautiful something sweet
And she treats me she treats me she beats me Rose said «e my time has come at last
Ugly things through my mind they have passed
She’s scratching on my back 'if this boy believes me'
She leaves me, deceives me and takes those flowers just to please me…
Rose don’t mind where she been
She been blind
She been mine
All this time
She been kind
She been mine
She said: «Thank you for the roses, for the roses"(just to please me)
Thank you for the roses, for the roses (just to please me)
Thank you for the roses, for the roses (just to please me)
Thank you for the roses, for the roses (just to please me)
Thank you.