Roses Are Wild

If you propose love with a red rose
You’ve got to lose something very precious
It’s got a wild meaning and often too deceiving
You’ve been drawn like magic so appealing

A red rose is the wildest of the flowers
It makes you fall in love with pleasures
You’ve got to pay a price for the rest of your life
It will show the light just for a while

Roses are wild…grow up child
Roses are meant for lust, those roses…

Roses are wild…so grow up child
Roses are meant for lust, those roses you can’t trust
(Now) if you wish to propose with a red, red rose

Roses are so pretty in the garden
With buds and thorns they grow in the open
It makes you feel hurt when pricked in the heart
Good things come to die right from the start

A handful of charm sweetly scented
You get caught in attraction unwarranted
They bring happiness out in the wilderness
Nothing is of bliss in life to bless

Roses are wild…grow up child
Roses are meant for lust, those roses…

Roses are wild…so grow up child
Roses are meant for lust, those roses you can’t trust
(Now) if you wish to propose with a red, red rose

Roses are wild…grow up child
Roses are meant for lust, those roses…