My dear we’ve reached the Moon
It came and left so soon
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
You have a tough skin
But how can you feel me through leather?
And you don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking that a weed would help it grow, it don’t
You don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking we could grow out of the sand, we won’t
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
You have a tough skin
But how can you feel me through leather?
My dear the peach is bruised
It tastes like we are through
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
You have a tough skin
But how can you feel me through leather?
And you don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking that a weed would help it grow, it don’t
You don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking we could grow out of the sand, we won’t
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
You have a tough skin
But how can you feel me through leather?
Hush now darling it’s not a big deal
Peaches bruise and this love is not real
Hush now darling it’s not a big deal
Pick another love, pick another love
Hush now darling it’s not a big deal
Peaches bruise and this love is not real
Hush now darling it’s not a big deal
Pick another love, pick another love
And you don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking that a weed would help it grow, it don’t
You don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking we could grow out of the sand, we won’t
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
You have a tough skin
But how can you feel me through leather?
And you don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking that a weed would help it grow, it don’t
You don’t wanna be here
Pick another rose
Thinking we could grow out of the sand, we won’t
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
I could tell that you don’t know
I could tell that you don’t know any better
You have a tough skin
But how can you feel me through leather?
