Rose you
Don't know
How bad I want your phone number inside my phone
So Rose, dear
Don't grow up I just wanna see you bloom where the sun is shone
Seasons always changing
But you're just rearranging
Your eyes are but a daydream
Of mine
Time's got people aging
And bones might still start breaking
But you just keep on changing your mind
Rose you
Don't know
How bad I want your phone number inside my phone
So Rose, dear
Don't grow up I just wanna see you bloom where the sun is shone