I have seen your body
And I have seen your beauty
They are separate things
Pretty, pretty, pretty things
But I am in a garden
Tending to my own
So what do I care?
And what do you care if I grow?
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Show no concern for colors of a violet
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Hopes it won’t spark envy in your irises
Think of all the wilted women
Who crane their necks to reach a window
Ripping all their petals off just ‘cause
“He loves me now / he loves me not”
I myself was a wilted woman
Drowsy in a dark room
Forgot my roots
Now watch me bloom
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Show no concern for colors of a violet
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Hopes it won’t spark envy in your irises
I will not compare other beauty to mine
I will not become a thorn in my own side
I will not return to where I once was
I can break through the earth, come up soft and wild
Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses
Show no concern for colors of a violet
Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus
Hopes it won’t spark envy in your irises