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, you're only the power that 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 aren't making 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 in between The bookcase of paling roses Watch down wild roses Wild roses Wild roses Wild roses 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