Baby's got the love
And I was running hard to take it from you
All wrapped in, warm
The chances shining above me
Rose, in my hand
Coming from a dry field, slow
Flushed in my forward ways
Rose
Baby's holding on
He never need credit for my skin repairing
All right, in all
The touch is good and tender
Rose, in my hand
Coming from a dry field, slow
Flushed in my forward ways
Rose
Rose
My heart burst
Rose
My heart burst
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