My Red Headed Rose

 I never tried to understand…

The things which you have said you’ve done

Those things were yours, were yours alone

And I was just glad … you had fun

But I always stared when you left.

And wept inside thoughts of my desire

Then I would call you for days

While white thought was burned by black fire.

I think that everybody knows

The truth which you think few can see

You are my Red Headed Desert Rose.

And I just want to pluck thee.

Pluck Thee

Pluck Pluck Thee

Pluck Pluck Pluck Thee

Your petals will fall one by one.

Your essence it will see you through

You’ve only seen one side of me

Now let me see both sides of you.

Its really elementary

Like numbers and the alphabet

There are either the things you do,

Or there are the things that you regret.

You are a read-headed desert rose

And I just want to pluck thy heart

But here is the thing that I propose

You want pluck me, in your part

Pluck Pluck Pluck pluck pluck me

Pluck Pluck Pluck pluck pluck you. .