Well it’s all in my stove-ah

 

I have a rose she’s all petals and thorns.

“Well it’s all in my stove-ah “

I begged her for no mercy, I cried for no lies,

I just wanted her rouge-rose-bowl-bed of petals

I just wanted to fall into her red-ravishing-skies.

 

And there devour with my tongue!

A sweet bitter beast, with; devilish green, eyes.

Serpentine candles wax and then pause;

Hiss and then whine to a whimper.  

“Well it’s all in my stove-ah “

 

Every petal opening folding over

Is like an angel kicking-back in the clover?

I have a rose she’s all petals and bleeding thorns.

And a wanton dilemma saps all my desire

Well it’s all in my stove-ah a glowing fire.

 

Well I’m only, mortal.

So I begged her for no mercy, and then.

Well it’s all in my stove-ah …glowing fire

And then I cried for no lies just a wanton moment

Too experience a feeling now totally, paralyzed.