[Chorus]
Roses from the wrong man
poetry written in the wrong hand
she waits for one, 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

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge]
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 could such a pretty bunch of flowers
trigger such deep unhappiness

Ever since she was eleven or twelve
it was her dream
to receive the kind of flowers
carried by the homecoming queen
well 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

© 1985 by Christine Lavin