Christine Kane - She Don't Like Roses | Текст песни

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• Christine Kane
• She Don't Like Roses

She don’t like roses, she don’t like champagne
She took a step away from the fast lane
She lives on drums road down by the freight train
You met her on a Monday; you were in love by Tuesday night

She lived in Detroit, she lived in Boston
She had a couple years there, she got lost in
She still gets shaky, but not too often
Take her in your arms when you wanna calm her down

And her bed is under her window
And the sun’s going down in the west
And her voice whispers softly ‘go real slow’
And you watch the rhythm of her breath

She wants a tree house, she wants a garden
A little bit of land to put her hands in
It smells like lavender in her apartment
It’s always on your clothes, every time you’re going home

And her bed is under her window
And her fingers brush over your chest
With your heart even fast you go real slow
And you match the rhythm of her breath

And if all your dreams come true
Do your memories still end up on to you?
Is there such a thing as really breaking through?
To another day and a brighter shade of blue

And her bed is under her window
And her arms laying over your chest
And a street light is soft on her pillow
You can feel the rhythm of her breath

She don’t like roses, she don’t drink champagne
Now you walking home in a soft rain
You passed the mailman, you watch the lights change
And you’re feeling fine; you don’t even mind the rain

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