A Rose in the Spring

She's pretty fabulous
Wrapped in a new elegant gown
Mesmerizing face
Polished with smooth powder
Gentle eyes and blushing cheeks
Beautiful as a wicked rose in the spring

Yeah
It has thorns
Yelling "Don't take my crown!"
As eager eyes come to steal
Cunning mind is going to run with it
Clumsy fingers are going to bleed out
And she won't care
'Cause she is as wicked as a rose in the spring