I do what I can to catch you You were always only after the beauties So I plant myself with them and scratch you They have their fragrance; I have my duties Remember the day that you met me? Remember the way you confused me? I can't bear for you to forget me I can't bear for you to refuse me I'm a thorn, a thorn in the side of a boy I'm a thorn, a thorn and I'm hurting you Roses, they last for a season They fade and they die on the vine I am in you for a reason You are bleeding and you are mine I'm a thorn, a thorn in the side of a boy I'm a thorn, a thorn and I'm hurting you Maybe I'll never convert you A church with an atheist choir Maybe I will desert you I'd do better in a field of briar I'm a thorn, a thorn in the side of a boy I'm a thorn, a thorn and I'm hurting you