My girl is like a rose bush Dress splashes of blood-red Skin soft as petals bloom My girl, my rosebud My girl, it’s true My girl, my garden, my doom Thorns twist like barbed wire Ready to snag away my clothes Leather jackets don’t survive She can even draw my blood She is like a rose bush Prettiness with thorns My girl is a rose flower Love that blooms and mourns Her gnarled charcoal vines Climbing up my brick walls Velvety lips of sheer desire Long black hair that curls and falls She is like a rose bush Prettiness with thorns My girl is a rose flower Love that blooms and mourns My girl, my flower My girl, my scour My sheer desire My girl, deflower You need your six-hour Before you go sour She is like a rose bush Prettiness with thorns My girl is a rose flower Love that blooms and mourns
