Roses never fall for short daisies
I often wonder why my prince never comes
And there\'s a naked man right on the hill
Yet clothes don\'t make the man,
For this man has windows and trees
All around him
And I am so nervous
But I can\'t stop staring
For he is a beauty to enjoy...
Oh they just don\'t make men like him anymore!
The gods of retrospect
Have come to haunt me
I can only know what I know, you know;
How deep do roses bloom
For the anchor?
How deep do roses bloom
All alone?
I am a mystic lover underneath the covers
My heart is beating so fast!
Does this man on the hill still love me?
Does he want to cover me in his nakedness?
For I want to lick his skin
Like it\'s profound ice cream
And I want to cover him with roses,
Oh what a miserable fantasy!
But a rose is just a rose
And nothing more
I want to define him with love
And nothing more,
How beautiful is the day
When it\'s not ignored?
I want to swim in vast oceans of love!
Defiant suicide
With windows and trees
Galore!
I often wonder about the man on the hill
For sex is nothing but a rose unstemmed
Such beauty relapses evermore
I want to know how the distant star shines
On the human body,
For the human body is the pits.
Look at me score
The wave of control
I can only have it all...
I am a flower of all flowers
Upon a house,
Do you want me to wither away?
Defiant suicide
Is nothing more
Than just a rose,
I honor your intention wholeheartedly;
For a rose is just a rose
And nothing more,
Should you be the man on the hill?