时间：2010-01-01
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Bed Of Roses - Dailey & Vincent
She was called a scarlet
Woman by the people
Who would go to church but
Left me in the streets
With no parents of my own
I never had a home
But a eighteen year
Old boy has got to eat
She found me outside
One Sunday morning
Begging money from a man
I didn't know
She took me in and
Wiped away my childhood
A woman of the streets this lady Rose
This bed of Rose's that
I lay on where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's where
I'm livin' is the only kind
Of life I'll understand
She was a handsome woman
Just thirty-five who was spoken
To in town by very few
She managed a late evening
Business like most of
The town wished they could do
I learned all the things that
A man should know
From a woman
Not approved of I suppose
She died knowing someone
Really loved her
Of life's bramble bush
I picked a rose
This bed of Rose's that
I lay on where
I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's where
I'm livin' is the only kind
Of life I'll understand
This bed of Rose's that
I lay on where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's where
I'm livin' is the only
Kind of life I'll understand
Wu-wu
Wu-wu
