Butterfly Jones - Blue Roses lyrics

Happy girls like little squirrels Are shopping in the sun Buying things to grease their wings They smile at everyone I used to dream of them each night In their golden dirty tans I used to think that one day I would love to be their man Ain't it funny How things change 'Cause now my girl is the one Who's a little strange She grows blue roses In her garden just for me She grows blue roses Waters them with misery And heaven only knows How my baby grows Blue roses Those summer girls with strings of pearls Are dancing on the moon Taunting boys with wanting toys To pop their red balloons But not my girl she's in her room Melting candle wax Unto my heart she drips the dart That lets my mind relax And when she cries into my arms I love her more my bad luck charm She grows blue roses In her garden just for me She grows blue roses Waters them with misery And heaven only knows How my baby grows Blue roses She grows blue roses In the garden of her pain She grows blue roses I've seen them booming in the rain And heaven only knows How my baby grows Blue roses