Songtexte:
Paper Roses Marie Rose

the start; But like a big red rose that's made of paper There isn't any sweetness in your heart. Paper Roses paper Roses Oh how real those roses seem

dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement

in the fuckin' dog cages Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose

were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? Or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my

to knock on the door my friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper look Ms. Rose bought us

wherever you go to Miami or to tha street Put your mari' smoke up, put your hands up We're just kids tryin' to stay up My paper, three times its paper

to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a

on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she

to knock on the door my friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper look Ms. Rose bought us