"Thorns" lyrics
"Thorns"
Why won't you give me a reason why?
Babe, I'm begging you please
Oh, I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
Of the bouquet I chose
The most beautiful rose
And with my love, I proposed
'Round and 'round it goes
And up from the ground it grows
And eventually dies so slow
That's why I need to know
Why won't you give me a reason why?
Babe, I'm begging you please
Oh, I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
I find it hard to face
The one rose I put in a vase
Not knowing you need more space
Reminds me that I can feel
Reminds me that I can still heal
'Cause I smell your fragrance still
And I always will
Why won't you give me a reason why?
Babe, I'm begging you please
Oh, I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
Won't you give me a reason why?
You're making a grown man cry
I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
They say that real men are
Not supposed to cry
Next time give me fake roses
So they'll never die
Why won't you give me a reason why?
Babe, I'm begging you please
Oh, I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
Won't you give me a reason why?
You're making a grown man cry
I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
Writer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Samuel Nelson Harris, Alexander Kresovich, Hayden Frank
- AZLyrics
- C
- CeeLo Green Lyrics
album:
"Heart Blanche" (2015)
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