He Who Picks A Rose

A rose is a beautiful flower
To me the prettiest in the world
And that goes double for a girl
'Cause she's like no other flower in the world

Remember that they're not perfect you see
But you got to take the bitter with sweet
And remember that he who picks a rose, now baby
He who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bear
Oh, yeah, the thorns it bears

A rose remains to be pretty
If you handle it with care
And that goes double for a girl
Treat her right and her love she'll truly share

But you've got to take the bitter with sweet
Happy times alone with moment of despair
And remember that he who picks a rose, now baby
He who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bear
Oh, yeah, the thorns it bears

Now a rose remains the same
You treat her right with the love and care
And that goes double for a girl
Treat her right and she'll stand beside you anywhere

I know sometimes they get carried away
Say some things that they don't mean to say
But remember that he who picks a rose, now baby
He who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bear
Oh, yeah, the thorns it bears

She may be fine on the outside, fella's
But so unkind on the inside
Remember that he who picks a rose
Must accept the thorns it bears
Yeah, yeah I said he who picks a rose