Roses

It's on the tip of my tongue that it's all over
Everybody says when it's over
It's on that page
Well, the news front page

It's on the tip of my mind that I miscontrolled it
Everybody says that you miscontrolled it
It's not that way
Well it wasn't that way

You know your shit don't smell like roses

I said where you going
You said see you tomorrow
I can make it better
You said stop stop you're dreaming
I can not imagine life without you
I'll make it better
I'll make it better
I'll make it better

You know your shit don't smell like roses

It's on the tip of my wit that it's all over
I'm biting my tongue until I get ulcers
It's not the way
I know I should say
It's on the tip of my kick that it's all over
Everybody says that we're getting older
It's not very nice
Well can I through you some advice

You know your shit don't smell like roses

I said where you going
You said see you tomorrow
I can make it better
You said stop stop you're dreaming
I cannot imagine life without you
I'll make it better
I'll make it better
I'll make it better
You know your shit don't smell like roses
Shit don't smell like roses

She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses
She don't smell like roses



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Writer(s): Perran Nicholls
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