Red Rose:

You are my rosey redhead
My bright red rosebud,
And all of your petals
Are so tightly spun.

With a smell of beauty
That makes me take notice,
Because of your looks
Your the one that's chosen.

I hold you in my hand
As I rub your redhead,
Your petals so tightly spun
My rosebud of bright red.

As I take hold of you
And take your petals away,
One right after the other
Let them fall where they may.

From yes she does love me
To no she loves me not,
Either way that it goes
I got a fifty fifty shot.

I could end up with her
If the last petal is yes,
But the way things go
I'll hope for the best.

Cause the petals are gone
You know what that means,
That I will only have her
In my wildest of dreams.