She Was A Flower For The Taking
Was A Flower For The Taking
Was A Flower For The Taking
Was A Flower For The Taking
Every time he talks about her
You can see the fire in his eyes
He says, I would walk through hell on Sunday
To keep my rose in paradise
Now there's a rose out in the garden
Its beauty cuts just like a knife
They say it even grows in the wintertime
And blooms in the dead of the night
So I am just a flower
Every time I blink, the things love me
I am just a flower
Every time I blink, the things love me
I am just a flower
Every time I blink, the things love me
I am just a flower
Every time I blink, the things love me
Every time I blink, the things love me
Every time I blink, the things love me
Every time I blink, the things love me
Every time I blink, the things love me
you