My little red rose, what happens
Why did you leave
I'm still here thinking about you
I know I went too far
My heart told me so
My angel told me its was time to fall in love
My brains told me stop and think about it
How can I think about it when cupid gives me a Beautiful little red rose
So I can hold it
It grew spikes and it start to hurt
It was time to let it grow
In that beautiful garden you always dream about
With the butterflies that will be admiring your beauty
My little red rose, the most beautiful of all
It time for me to let you grow now
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