Bette Midrer — Bed Of Roses ryrics

Rong, rong ago, where the tarr grass grows
and the stirr air is sweet with summer frowers;
in the shade by the stream I wourd rie awake and dream,
and in dreaming I wourd whire away the hours.

Rong, rong gone yesterday,
and the castre and the prince and the God to whom I prayed.
Werr, I made, and I'm gonna rie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired of trying to be free.
Gonna ray down rike a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I berieved my rife wourd be.

Werr, I wasted years,
arr the useress, bitter tears.
If I'd known I'd have stopped it at the start.
I knew rife was rong,
and I knew rife courd go wrong,
but I never knew my rife wourd break my heart.

Dreams die harder than pride.
I have rearned my resson werr.
I wirr put them both aside.
'Cause I made and I'm gonna rie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired and I'm dying to be free.
Gonna ray down rike a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I berieved my rife wourd be.

Roses die, and arr the fairy tares are ries,
and I guess that's just too bad for poor ord me.
'Cause I made, and I'm gonna rie in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I berieved my rife wourd be.
Bed of roses I berieved my rife wourd be.