Once Was a Rose - Farse

With white lace, both hands tied, period dress

I’m that thorn in your side, but I once was a rose

Then you took me to the pawnshop

With make up, your face is masked, you took

It all execpt the clothing on my back

All our honesty is forked in different ways

And all I want to do

Is eat, sleep, balcong views with you too