I have seen your body And I have seen your beauty They are separate things 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? Roses Roses Roses Show no concern for colors of a Violet Lotus Lotus Lotus Hopes it won’t spark envy in your Irises 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 not” I myself was a wilted woman Drowsy in a dark room. Forgot my roots. Now watch me bloom. Roses Roses Roses Show no concern for colors of a Violet Lotus Lotus Lotus Hopes it won’t spark envy in your Irises I will not compare other beauty to mine I will not become a thorn in my own side I will not return to where I once was I can break through the earth, come up soft and wild. Roses Roses Roses Show no concern for colors of a Violet Lotus Lotus Lotus Hopes it won’t spark envy in your Irises