By Arcassin Burnham



Roses are my favorite flowers,
I don't need to pluck them just to think of your face,
We can talk and sit for hours,
With the moon and stars hanging around late,

Baby she could be the one,
But it's you that I can never replace,
Getting baked under the sun,
And i ain't talking about heat rays,

Hold my hands , sit in my arms,
Your the only queen here today,
And with you I do no harm,
And I won't ever put you in harms way,

79 on the coast to Woodstock,
Couldn't ask for a better place,
Sometimes your always over the top,
Is there ever more for me to say.