a single red red rose, hidden away from wandering eyes. Behind a canopy of leaves, from the sunlight the flower shies. In the dim darkness, the flower rests, breathes peaceful the night air And the rose within the brambles does it shine with colors velvety soft and fair. Red as blood, prickly and well guarded like a jewel. A single red red rose... Mon bijoux.
Behind a canopy of leaves, from the sunlight the flower shies.
In the dim darkness, the flower rests, breathes peaceful the night air
And the rose within the brambles does it shine with colors velvety soft and fair.
Red as blood, prickly and well guarded like a jewel.
A single red red rose... Mon bijoux.
Beautiful, yes, but cast aside by your eyes.