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Drunken Roses
Tue Feb 17, 2015 00:23
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DRUNKEN ROSES

Drunken roses, drunken roses
Thatís all you ever give me, drunken roses
What Iím wondering, and what I donít know is
Why do I let you give me, drunken roses

You come home late, a little boozy
I smell the perfume, of some floozy
You try to fool me, think I wonít notice
You try to buy me off, by bringing drunken roses

With tears of joy, I used to water
Those lovely flowers, in our garden
Now itís whiskey, and Vodka Sodas
And all that garden grows are, drunken roses
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Drunken roses, drunken roses
Thatís all you ever give me, drunken roses
What Iím wondering, what I donít know is
Why do I let you give me, drunken roses

All your friends and, all your cousins
You buy those bouquets, by the dozens
For your loved ones, who do not protest
You know that they deserve much more, than all these drunken roses

Next time your slipping, out the door
Donít bother stopping, at the florist
Thereíll be no flowers, and all I know is
When you come home, Iíll be the one to hand you drunken roses

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Kingston Bunkley


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