I have seen your body
And I have seen your beauty
They are separate things
Pretty, pretty, pretty things
But I am in the garden
Tending to my own
So what do I care?
And what do you care if I grow?
If I grow
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Show no concern for colors of a violin
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Hopes it won't spark in the end your iris
Think of all the wilted women
Who crane their necks to reach a window
Ripping all their petals off
Just cause he loves me now, he loves me not
I myself was a wilted woman
Drowsy in a dark room
Forgot my rooms
No watch for your bloom
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Show no concern for colors of a violin
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Hopes it won't spark in the end your iris
And I will not compare
All the beauty to mine
And I will not become
A thorn in my own side
And I will not return
To where I once was
Well I can break through the earth
Come up soft and wild
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Show no concern for colors of a violin
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Hopes it won't spark in the end your iris
