When I was a girl.. was girl
Life was made of roses
I would pluck them
One by one
When I was a girl ... was a girl
I had so many pretty roses
But then I was plucked one by one
And one by one I fell down
And two by two petals rained on me
And soon I was asking
Where are the roses
Asking forgiveness
For so many roses
When I was a girl.. was girl
Life was made of roses
I would pluck them
One by one
When I was a girl ... was a girl
I had so many pretty roses
But then I was plucked one by one
And life marched on one by one
And two by two I lost my way
And soon I was crying
For the roses
I once had a garden
With so many roses
When I was a girl.. was girl
Life was made of roses
I would pluck them
One by one
When I was a girl ... was a girl
I had so many pretty roses
But then I was plucked one by one
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