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