I have seen your body
And I have seen your beauty
They are separate things
Pretty, pretty, pretty things

But I am in a garden
Tending to my own
So what do I care
And what do you care if I grow?
If I grow

Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
(Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses)
Show no concern for colors of a violet
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
(Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus)
Hopes it won't spark envy in your irises

I think of all the wilted women
Who crane their necks to reach a window
Ripping all their petals off just cause
"He loves me now, he loves me not"

I myself was a wilted woman
Drowsy in a dark room
Forgot my roots
Now watch me bloom

Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
(Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses)
Show no concern for colors of a violet
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
(Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus)
Hopes it won't spark envy in your irises (irises)

And I will not compare other beauty to mine
And I will not become a thorn in my own side
And I will not return to where I once was
Well I can break through the earth, come up soft and wild

Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
(Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses)
Show no concern for colors of a violet
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
(Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus)
Hopes it won't spark envy in your irises

(Roses, roses, roses, roses)

(Roses, roses, roses, roses)

(Roses, roses, roses, roses)

(Roses, roses, roses, roses)

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