Biting On A Rose - Mother Mother

Looking out a lonely window

Everybody’s down below

Feeling kinda anti-social

Feeling like I’ve got to be alone

You’ll never see me do the tango

Maybe after hell has froze

Really, simply, not a dancer

You’ll never see me biting on a rose

I have chose to stand still in front of a dancing band

Something that you ought to, got to, know

You’ll never see me biting on a rose

And maybe if I meet the right boy

Jitterbugging on a cloud

He can show me how to twist and shout

He can put the flowers in my mouth

I’m allowed to stand still in front of a dancing band

Something that you ought to, got to, know

You’ll never see me biting on a rose