Cynthia Alexander Rose
Walk the streets alone tonight
No life at home
Must get out to watch the pretty Ones
You want to talk but they don't understand
You want to live
Want to love
You are a Rose, on a stormy sea
Rose, uncaring society
Rose, of impropriety
You must be what you must be
No other the same
Hunting streets hormones high
Forgotten Rose, alone you cry
You want to live
Want to love
You are a Rose, on a stormy sea
Rose, uncaring society
Rose, thorns to hide your feelings
You are a Rose, on a stormy sea
Rose, uncaring society
Rose, of impropriety
Rose, thorns to hide your feelings