I have seen your body And I have seen your beauty They are separate things Pretty, pretty, pretty things But I am in a garden Tending to my own So what do I care? And what do you care if I grow? If I grow? Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses Show no concern for colors of a violin Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus Hopes it won't spark in me in your iris I think of all the wilted women Who crane their necks to reach a window Ripping all their petals off just cause He loves me now, he loves me now I myself was a wilted woman Drowsy in a dark room Forgot my roots Now watch me bloom Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses Show no concern for colors of a violin Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus Hopes it won't spark in me in your iris Iris And I will not compare All the beauty to mine And I will not become A thorn in my own side And I will not return To where I once was Well I can break through the earth Come off soft and wild Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses Show no concern for colors of a violin Lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus, lotus Hopes it won't spark in me in your iris Iris Iris Iris