Miss Rose, Miss Rose
When you were still a bud
Miss Rose, Miss Rose
When you were still a bud
They told you something
About a flower having no heart
They told you something
About a flower having no heart
The rose that one does not reap
It doesn't mean it's still got life
The rose that one does not reap
It doesn't mean it's still got life
There's no one that looks at you
That won't want you reaped
The rose that one does not reap
It doesn't mean it's still got life
The one who made you this beautiful
Didn't do it to show
The one who made you this beautiful
Didn't do it to show
That it makes you even more beautiful
When one knows how to deny
That it makes you even more beautiful
When one knows how to deny
Miss Rose, Miss Rose
Which rose bush did you come from?
Miss Rose, Miss Rose
Which rose bush did you come from?
That bears no thorns
For those who only wish to take care of you
Miss Rose, Miss Rose
Which rose bush did you come from?