Roses From The Wrong Man
Roses From the Wrong Man
Words and Music by Christine Lavin
Copyright 1987 Flip-A-Jig Music (ASCAP), Happy Valley Music (BMI)
She opened the door
Surprised to see a delivery man
Holding a beautiful vase of roses in his hand
"For me?" she said
He nodded his head
She took the flowers in
And read the note
Roses From the Wrong Man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one
She hears from another who
Tells her how much he loves her with
Roses From the Wrong Man
She places the vase
In the middle of her living room
The air is scented with the delicate sweet perfume
She takes a deep breath
Closes her eyes
Shakes her head slowly and sighs
Roses From the Wrong Man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one
She hears from another who
Tells her how much he loves her with
Roses From the Wrong Man
How long can she hold out
For someone who might never come around
And how many times will this other man try
When she keeps turning him down
She's not getting any younger
But she don't want to settle for less
Oh how can such a pretty bunch of flowers
Trigger such deep unhappiness
Ever since she was 11 or 12
It was her dream
To receive the kind of flowers
Carried by the Homecoming Queen
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't expect them to
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't want them to
Roses From the Wrong Man.
Words and Music by Christine Lavin
Copyright 1987 Flip-A-Jig Music (ASCAP), Happy Valley Music (BMI)
She opened the door
Surprised to see a delivery man
Holding a beautiful vase of roses in his hand
"For me?" she said
He nodded his head
She took the flowers in
And read the note
Roses From the Wrong Man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one
She hears from another who
Tells her how much he loves her with
Roses From the Wrong Man
She places the vase
In the middle of her living room
The air is scented with the delicate sweet perfume
She takes a deep breath
Closes her eyes
Shakes her head slowly and sighs
Roses From the Wrong Man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one
She hears from another who
Tells her how much he loves her with
Roses From the Wrong Man
How long can she hold out
For someone who might never come around
And how many times will this other man try
When she keeps turning him down
She's not getting any younger
But she don't want to settle for less
Oh how can such a pretty bunch of flowers
Trigger such deep unhappiness
Ever since she was 11 or 12
It was her dream
To receive the kind of flowers
Carried by the Homecoming Queen
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't expect them to
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't want them to
Roses From the Wrong Man.