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Book Of Love I Touch Roses

poses You still can't touch my roses I touch roses I touch roses I touch roses I touch roses If you think I'm magical 'Cause roses bloom with my touch

, and on, and on I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on, and on, and on, and on Love is the

't enough You gotta do better than talk the big talk Or an occasional courtesy call I ain't seen roses and I ain't seen a thing Of what love's got to

I thought that food stamps were money So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had friend So now I'm snatching pocket books with Sean Wilkinson ?

cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I

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

the memory Of every touch a thrill, I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks

roses that I planted yesterday I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now Seems like everything I touch turns out that way Well, I guess I

, and on, and on I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on, and on, and on, and on Love is the