Roses were red, violets were blue
No one in the bar was prettier than you
I brought you home I was over the moon
In the morning I sing a different tune
My eyes are red, my complexion green
The sight of you makes me want to scream
Roses were red, violets were blue
No one in the bar was prettier than you
I brought you home I was over the moon
In the morning I sing a different tune
My eyes are red, my complexion green
The sight of you makes me want to scream
Comments
Nolan | June 28, 2010 - 17:20
A friend met his wife in a bar. They were married in church.
Biggus | June 28, 2010 - 18:35
Ok
Nolan | June 28, 2010 - 18:40
Divorced in court.
Biggus | June 28, 2010 - 21:32
Ah