Roses Without Thorns

I've been sitting here talking to myself Looking for roses without the thorns

I've been sitting here lying to myself Don't you notice, don't you notice

Well I'll paint the town, I'll paint it red With all the dirty things I've said

You love me, you love me even more I see the look there in your eyes

You want your hands so tied to mine That's perfect, baby that's perfect

So go on, lie down On your satin sheeted mattress

And won't you take off that dress Go on, lie down

And in the morning I'll be right there by your side

I've been sitting here waiting on a love so dear Like roses without the thorns

Until I met a girl like you I couldn't even tie my shoes