Wild Roses

Wild wine is good for the flowers

Me and Petunia, passing the hours in bed

Where the morning light is so blinding

And I'm going blank in the head

Good God, that's a whole lot of Pinot

Light up Petunia, tell her that we know the count

Of the glasses of colours of grease

Oh, isn't that what the spring's all about?

Shed your coat

Lay the leopard skin on the floor

And make this our home

We can leave our boots by the door

'Cause we know that it won't last forever

But when we're together, it's easy

To lose focus slicking your hair back

Tonight in pain, you face it like it's made of wild roses

Wild wine is good for the flowers

Me and Petunia do all in our power to keep them alive

In the heavenly showers

Of snowfall and sunshine

Not bad for a couple of Merkins

Jesus, Petunia, you're meeting my parents

I'm dancing in the bar like I'm not that embarrassed

When you leaving with another man

Watch you go

Though I try to convince you to stay

I should already know

That we ought to make an escape for our options are closed up forever

But when we're together, it's easy to lose focus

You put on a new dress tonight in pain

You face it like it's made of wild roses

What you're doing tonight

Only her decided for it

You can touch other guys

If I seem too mad, ignore it

What we had in the club

I'm probably too drugged to notice

How you sit from the in between

The bookcase of paling roses

Watch down wild roses

Wild roses (ooh)

Wild roses (ooh)

Wild roses (ooh)

Drowned all the orchids in brandy

Called up Petunia, she can understand me in these darkened nights

I should have had shandy or something a little less dry

But wild wine is good for the flowers

And me and Petunia are a couple of cowards in buttercups drinking

But you're so sour, we can't help but poke her up