Stone Rose Pilot

Ya call yerself Rose But ya actually Vie I'm left here ponderin Wonderin why Sure ya pretty Rose suits ya fine Complexity like wine There's some fella I'm sure ya left behind Him a seven and you a nine Yet I look I ain't see no thorns Even though petals of splendor adorn A sweet child Canadian born Who looks like a flower In a field of corn So you see I'm here ta dis I tink ya A misrepresented flower miss Or perhaps I mistaken Ya might be a Mrs. All I know Is ya go around givin hugs and kisses In the end I m a witness Maybe it's none a ma business It may just be ma inquisitiveness Are ya sure Ya not a Violet Or tink perhaps ya a disguised "Stone Cold Pilot" Pretty with piercing eyes And glamorous highlights Writing rhymes in fluorescent red tights! Keepin fellas up at night I'm tellin ya Dat aint right Yer star Otta sight It's just way ta bright! Getting in on the slam fun, dedicated to Rose!