Red is for danger, love for fire,
fire that keeps up with old.
Blue
is for patience, hope fully wet,
waiting can make you grow old.
He goes away with no farewell,
I don't know where he has gone.
He thinks I'll sit at home for him,
sorry
but he's got me wrong.
Every man is as free as the clouds in the sky,
though it's said that a girl should be true.
If he thinks that today
there's no change in the rules,
oh my goodness if that's not a man's point of view.
Red is for danger,
love for fire,
man be a fire,
rose cool.
Blue is for patience,
hope fully wet,
waiting they'll call you a fool.
He's like a pretty housemaid, but drinking tea.
He's like a pretty housemaid,
but drinking the fresh morning dew.
