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Rose said, quote, "It's time to make a mess |
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Time won't be soon 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, quote, "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, 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, quote, "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 |
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Rose said, quote, "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, she been mine all this time |
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She been kind, she been blind |
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She says, "Thank you for the roses, for the roses" |
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Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses |
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Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses |
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Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses |
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Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses |
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Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses |
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Just to thank you |
