she was called a scarlet woman by the people
who would go to church but leave me in the street
with no parents of my own i never had a home
and a fifteen year old girl has got to eat
she found me outside one sunday morning begging money from a man i didn't know
she took me in and wiped away my childhood that woman of the street this lady rose
this bed of rose's that i lay on where i was taught to love a man
this bed of rose's where i'm livin' is the only kind of life i'll understand
she was a handsome woman just thirty-five who was spoken to in town by very few
she managed a late evening business like most of the town wished they'd do
i learned all the things a man should know from a woman not approved of i suppose
she died knowing someone really loved her from life's bramble bush i picked a rose
this bed of rose's...
this bed of rose's...
17 Aralık 2009 Perşembe
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