here's a rose, it's wrapped around my throat. the thorns cut in and blood flies out my window. here's a rose so now i know when you are going to go on a bus on a train, "meet me in st. louis" again and again.
i could never tell the truth, but you're into history and you are living proof. when you asked me what my favorite moment in history was, i was afraid to tell you i thought it was going to be that exact moment.
here's a rose, it's wrapped around my throat. now i know when you will go. i don't know where i was or where i am or where i'm going, but, dear, here's a rose.