He Who Picks A Rose

A rose is a beautiful flower

To me the prettiest in the world

And that goes double for a girl

'Cause she's like no other flower in the world

Remember that they're not perfect you see

But you got to take the bitter with sweet

And remember that he who picks a rose, now baby

He who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bear

Oh, yeah, the thorns it bears

A rose remains to be pretty

If you handle it with care

And that goes double for a girl

Treat her right and her love she'll truly share

But you've got to take the bitter with sweet

Happy times alone with moment of despair

And remember that he who picks a rose, now baby

He who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bear

Oh, yeah, the thorns it bears

Now a rose remains the same

You treat her right with the love and care

And that goes double for a girl

Treat her right and she'll stand beside you anywhere

I know sometimes they get carried away

Say some things that they don't mean to say

But remember that he who picks a rose, now baby

He who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bear

Oh, yeah, the thorns it bears

She may be fine on the outside, fella's

But so unkind on the inside

Remember that he who picks a rose

Must accept the thorns it bears

Yeah, yeah I said he who picks a rose