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This Rose has thorns.
You wanna back up, dear,
And don't get too near.
We'll both be sorry if you don't stop now.
I'm vicious
And I smell like trouble.
Let go on the double.
I won't soften up 'cause I don't know how.
Don't try to put me
In a vase on the table.
You'll find you're not able
To pick me up without gettin' scratched,
And I like
To stay in the yard.
Don't make this so hard,
'Cause once I bite I won't come back.
I know that you think
That you can change me,
Maybe even arrange me,
'Cause my petals are soft and their color is sweet,
But heed my warning:
It's all a big lie, hon',
And by the time I'm done
You'll be too sad to stand on your own two feet.
This Rose has thorns.
You wanna back up, dear,
And don't get too near,
'Cause I don't wince at the drawing of blood.
I'm vicious
And I'll tell you one last time
That my heart is all mine,
And I don't melt at the mention of love.
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