Ohhh
Soft as a rose
And cuts like one too
So be cool
'Cause someday soon, that door's gonna close
Don't wish you walked through
It's on you
Just rolling the dice
Empty the bank
And drive far away
To somewhere in the trees
With the rocks
And weeds like a rose
What makes you do, things that you do?
What makes you do, things that you do?
Things that you do?
