Roses
Roses are red
I�m easily led
Up your garden path.
Violets are blue
I dream of you
And your little laugh.
Peony�s are pink
Whatever you may think
Do not dwell on the past.
Because roses are red
Let�s jump into bed
And dream of cherry blossom at last.
MUDCROW
1999.
An ItTookBloodyAges production by mudcrow
