Red Rose she tip toes
She hums-ahs, she yes no's
She bakes pies, she housewives
She bow ties, she tells lies
But she knows all there is to know about dying slow
Red Rose
Well she writes plays, she acts parts
She's a Lord Protector, she's a Bachelor of arts
And she collects men like a connoisseur
And she hates them who love her
And I know all there is to know about dying slow
Red Rose
Red Rose
Cold as winter snows
And warm as the first light of spring
She knows
Which way the river flows
But makes like she don't know a thing
Well she's the only virgin outside paradise
She's the only one who's not been sacrificed
She's a stone cathedral, she's a patron saint
And she's a Red Cross Parcel for those who ain't
Cos she knows all there is to know about dying slow
Red Rose
Red Rose
Red Rose