| Everyone knows she’s a ramblin' rose
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| She’s a beauty growin' wild!
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| Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best
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| For mother nature’s favourite child!
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| She’s got the kind of affection
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| That just winds around your heart!
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| You better run for protection
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| Or she might upset your flower cart!
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| I hate to disclose that ma ramblin' rose
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| Is gonna meet her Waterloo!
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| I let her play but she can’t get away
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| 'cause I know just what to do!
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| Anyone knows you can train a rose
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| To be a clingin' vine!
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| So, from this day hence, there’ll be a picket fence
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| 'round that ramblin' rose of mine!
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| Now, everyone knows she’s a ramblin' rose
|
| She’s a beauty growin' wild!
|
| Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best
|
| For mamma nature’s favourite child!
|
| She’s got the kind of affection
|
| That just winds around your heart!
|
| You’d better run for protection
|
| Or she might upset your flower cart!
|
| I hate to disclose that ma ramblin' rose
|
| Is gonna meet her Waterloo!
|
| I let her play but she can’t get away
|
| 'cause I know just what to do!
|
| Anyone knows you can train a rose
|
| To be a clingin' vine!
|
| So, from this day hence, there’ll be a picket fence
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| 'round that ramblin' rose of mine! |