Thorny, thorny, thorny
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Description: | Would a rose by any other name smell as sweet? We never get close enough to find out - they're just thorny, thorny, thorny.... |
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Created: | 2018-11-08 14:05 | ||||||
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Collection: | The Ensonglopedia of Plants | ||||||
Publisher: | University of Cambridge | ||||||
Copyright: | John Hinton | ||||||
Language: | eng (English) | ||||||
Keywords: | rosaceae; | ||||||
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Transcript
Transcript:
Mm, yeah, check out my hips
That’s where I keep my pips (I’m talkin’ bout my rosehips yo)
I know you wanna get to grips (with my hippy hips that drive you trippy)
But you better watch your tips (I’m talkin’ bout your fingertips yo)
All throughout my life
Ever since I was born
I had the thorn.
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah, ooh I’m feelin’ tho-o-o-o-orny
You wanna snuggle up to me
You gotta tread carefully (I’m not even talkin’ figuratively)
The juice in my nectary
Is strictly reserved for the bee (You gotta be a bee to be near me)
All throughout my life
Ever since I was born
I had the thorn.
CHORUS: I'm thorny
I'm thorny thorny thorny
I’ll thorn ya
If you dare to ignore me
It won’t cost you much
To look but don’t you touch
I’ll prick ya if you pick me
And of all the pricks, I’m the most prickly
Last thing in the eve
And first thing in the morn
I have the thorn.
CHORUS
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah, ooh I’m feelin’ tho-o-o-o-orny
Nip that lust in the bud
Before I draw some blood (I’m not even talkin’ figuratively)
This is your final warning
Or you’re in for a thorning
That’s where I keep my pips (I’m talkin’ bout my rosehips yo)
I know you wanna get to grips (with my hippy hips that drive you trippy)
But you better watch your tips (I’m talkin’ bout your fingertips yo)
All throughout my life
Ever since I was born
I had the thorn.
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah, ooh I’m feelin’ tho-o-o-o-orny
You wanna snuggle up to me
You gotta tread carefully (I’m not even talkin’ figuratively)
The juice in my nectary
Is strictly reserved for the bee (You gotta be a bee to be near me)
All throughout my life
Ever since I was born
I had the thorn.
CHORUS: I'm thorny
I'm thorny thorny thorny
I’ll thorn ya
If you dare to ignore me
It won’t cost you much
To look but don’t you touch
I’ll prick ya if you pick me
And of all the pricks, I’m the most prickly
Last thing in the eve
And first thing in the morn
I have the thorn.
CHORUS
Ooh, yeah, mm, yeah, ooh I’m feelin’ tho-o-o-o-orny
Nip that lust in the bud
Before I draw some blood (I’m not even talkin’ figuratively)
This is your final warning
Or you’re in for a thorning