care each time you speak Make it her birthday each day of the week Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things Roses and lollipops and lollipops and roses
rose to you For every time you made me blue You'd have a room full of roses If I sent a rose of white For every time I cried all night You'd have a room
roses too Well, I don't want a room full of roses I just want my arms full of you You'd have a room full of roses You'd have a room full of roses If
rose to you for every time you made me blue You'd have a room full of roses If I sent a rose of white for every time I cried all night You'd have a room
I'll sing it out to you for no other girl will I ever swoon because my heart's filled up and I haven't any room What is the value of a lover that just
and the laughter love and desire and hate I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate they are not long the days of wine and roses out
of clubs I never went to bed shit? wine or water you should see someone about a cold drink I don't know, i'm delirious? night" [Drake - Verse 1] Cups of the Rose
with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the nini To the people who don't know Cud', know what? Rose
I had to do, caught in the life I can't let it go, whether that's right I will never know But here goes nothing When I'm alone in my room sometimes
anymore. I'm stronger then I was before. You hurt the wrong kinda heart, you tore it apart Now I'm sitting in my empty bed, all alone, Watching my room
've tried to find Aching in my heart, chaos in my mind This place is poison to my soul Can't take much more, I'm losing control Faded perfume in a room
you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Only red roses for you, baby And only white roses
[CHORUS:] On Monday we'll be breaking up On Tuesday we'll be making up Wednesday we'll be making love On Thursday it just sleep all day On Friday I give you room
's wack undercover, so brother, do your duty When it comes to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n If he ain't got the head room So, dip, D I P,
undercover So, brother, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom: [Coko] Don't let him eat the pudd'n If he ain't got the head room So, dip,
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
you gonna call that pretty baby? You must call it one thing or another This one parted water, that one walked upon Perhaps I'll call this child a Rose
