She was called a scarlet woman by the people Who would go to church but left me in the streets With no parents of my own, I never had a home But an eighteen year old boy has got to eat She found me outside one Sunday morning Begging money from a man I didnt know She took me in and wiped away my childhood A woman of the streets this lady Rose This bed of roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man This bed of roses where Im livin Is the only kind of life Ill understand She was a handsome woman just thirty-five Who was spoken to in town by very few She managed a late evening business Like most of the town wished they could do And I learned all the things that a man should know From a woman not approved of, I suppose She died knowing that i really loved her From lifes bramble bush I picked a rose This bed of roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man This bed of roses where Im livin Is the only kind of life Ill understand This bed of roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man This bed of roses where Im livin Is the only kind of life Ill understand
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 19:46:55 +0000
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