And I know I'm gonna steal her eye My sun-eyed girl She doesn't even know what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

Why you want to make me cry? Well and why Must the same love that made me laugh Your love is like a a chunk of gold Hard to gain, and hard to hold Like a rose that's soft to touch Love has gone, and it hurts so much Make me cry? Well now you think of

I said me, uh When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens I said me, haha, yeah Bright copper kettles and warm

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?" They're really saying, "I love you" I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

Do you love me? Saturday comes slow Or is there nothing there? Lost in the magic From the last time This town turning My rose to desire In the limestone caves In the south west lands

Public enemy number one Public enemy! I'm invincible You might say despicable Punishments reciprocal I'm unbeatable And the trouble has just begun Roses on your grave I'll be on my way

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not

Daddy's pride and joy Is marrying some boy Mama planned it all Said it's pretty in the fall And the flowers would be Roses and daisies And she prayed nobody saw The weight that I put on The bride shouldn't be