Absolute Rose

You remind me of a rose

An absolute rose

Or better yet

A bud preparing to bloom

This summer you will soak up the city

The sunlight the sea

Who knows what this new adventure will be

When you open

Open

Open up anew

You'll be an absolute rose

Once I cultivate you

Jordan, meet my cousin, Nick Carraway. Jordan is an amateur golfer

And a confirmed bachelor

You know what's grand about a rose

Who are you calling a rose?

Is sometimes they look best

When they are arranged

Here we go

You should see the trophies

That hang on her walls

So you know I always had a thing

For swinging at little white balls

I should fling you togеther

Find a boat, push you right out to sea

Or maybe lock you in a room

And see what happens to bloom

Fun though this is, I'm going out tonight

Oh, women run around too much these days to suit me. Nick doesn't want a wife who traipses from golf tournaments to parties

Better than a husband who travels with a pack of polo ponies

A man needs a wife who's more of a delicate flower

If I'm a rosе

I'm a rose under glass

Frozen at its pinnacle

More cynical by the day

I've been everywhere

Seen everything

Done everything

God, I've made it

I'm so sophisticated

But look at you

You are back from the war

Brave and victorious

Victorious!

With glorious days ahead

Glorious days ahead

You're writing books

I'm selling bonds

You're selling bonds

Daisy, I hate it

No, you've made it

I swear, this all was fated

Dance with me, Nick

You altogether missed dancing with me at my wedding

Why weren't you at our wedding?

I wasn't back from the war

Ah, everyone's favorite excuse

When you open

Open

Open up, you'll see

You'll be an absolute rose

Like I used to be