Open Air

My boyfiend painted the windows because we live so close to the street, I think I fell in love with him over those windows, kind of neat What he did is so beatiful heavy frost not clear, There are roses up the fences on the windows I love them so dear, My boss almost wrecked, looking at them all wretched around in her seat, I now have stained glass windows but their a cheat. We now have stained glass windows with a wrought iron fence, Theres even thorns on the roses with that, much time he spent.