Special requirements
In this trade
High standards
In this game of play
And they say
Two can play
Two can play in this game
Handed me an artificial rose
And soon the red began to mold
Then it began to expire when goodbye burnt to fire
Handed me an artificial rose
Artificial Rose
Artificial Rose
Artificial Rose
I don't know why why I crave chewing gum
But the taste wont fade
No one can win the game
At least when no one is safe
Handed me an artificial rose
And soon the red began to mold
Then it began to expire when goodbye burnt to fire
Handed me an artificial rose
Artificial Rose
Artificial Rose
Artificial Rose