Look at the rose, its beauty now in full bloom,
the pedal soft as silk with a thorn to prick you too,
the fragrance lovely, to a lovely misses due,
its owner in jeaousy, “Get out of my rose bush you stooge!”
by me
the pedal soft as silk with a thorn to prick you too,
the fragrance lovely, to a lovely misses due,
its owner in jeaousy, “Get out of my rose bush you stooge!”
by me