If there was a rose
Pinned tightly to my lapel
Could my eyes then twinkle
With your arm in mine?
Or would you leave me softly
Alone in the mirror
To mind my wrinkles
If there was a rose
Pinned tightly to my lapel
Could my eyes then twinkle
With your arm in mine?
Or would you leave me softly
Alone in the mirror
To mind my wrinkles