Roses
A dozen roses by your bedside
A suitcase sprawled out on the floor
An unlikely scene for a beauty queen
But I'm lost in your eyes once more
The clock says its a quarter past one
And I've got to get on back home
I get up to leave, but you grab my sleeve
And say hey don't you leave me alone
Why can't time go by slower
When I get to spend it with you
I'd sit and listen to your still soft voice
And picture a life with you
The clock doesn't share our disdain
That time keeps moving so fast
You're here in my arms, we don't need no alarms
I just want this moment to last
You say that you don't need a man
And we both know that it's true
The roses by your bed, soon will be dead
Then what will we have to hold to
Why can't time go by slower
When I get to spend it with you
I'd sit and listen to your still soft voice
And picture a life with you
Another boquet
An object
Of affection
A true reflection
Of my heart
Being worn on my sleeve
I just want to believe
That these roses are the start of something
That we both can cherish and hold
I hope that one day, we'll look back and say
These roses never really grew old
Why can't time go by slower
When I get to spend it with you
I'd sit and listen to your still soft voice
And picture a life with you
I'd picture my life with you
A suitcase sprawled out on the floor
An unlikely scene for a beauty queen
But I'm lost in your eyes once more
The clock says its a quarter past one
And I've got to get on back home
I get up to leave, but you grab my sleeve
And say hey don't you leave me alone
Why can't time go by slower
When I get to spend it with you
I'd sit and listen to your still soft voice
And picture a life with you
The clock doesn't share our disdain
That time keeps moving so fast
You're here in my arms, we don't need no alarms
I just want this moment to last
You say that you don't need a man
And we both know that it's true
The roses by your bed, soon will be dead
Then what will we have to hold to
Why can't time go by slower
When I get to spend it with you
I'd sit and listen to your still soft voice
And picture a life with you
Another boquet
An object
Of affection
A true reflection
Of my heart
Being worn on my sleeve
I just want to believe
That these roses are the start of something
That we both can cherish and hold
I hope that one day, we'll look back and say
These roses never really grew old
Why can't time go by slower
When I get to spend it with you
I'd sit and listen to your still soft voice
And picture a life with you
I'd picture my life with you
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Writer(s): Brooks Dixon
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