Dona Rosa

Lady Rose, Lady Rose
When you were still a bud
They told you something,
That flowers don’t have a heart

The rose that’s never picked,
Doesn’t mean it’s more alive
No one can help but look at you,
No one who doesn’t want you to thrive

Who made you so beautiful,
Didn’t do it to show off
That you’re even more stunning,
When you know how to say no

Lady Rose, Lady Rose,
Which rosebush do you come from?
That has nothing but thorns,
For those who only mean you well

Lady Rose, Lady Rose,
Which rosebush do you come from?