.The doorbell rings, it's flowers for me
Roses again, it's the third time this week
What kind of fool
Must he picture me to be?
To be blinded by a dozen liar's roses.
Guilt-stained words, on beautiful cards
But not a single one
That comes from the heart
He's seein' her.
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