Well It's All In My Stove-Ah

I have a rose, she's all petals and thorns. "Well it's all in my stove-ah " I begged her for no mercy, I cried for no lies, I just wanted her rouge-rose-bowl-bed of petals I just wanted to fall into her red-ravishing-skies. And there devour with my tongue! A sweet bitter beast, with; devilish green, eyes. Serpentine candles wax and then pause; Hiss and then whine to a whimper. "Well it's all in my stove-ah " Every petal opening folding over Is like an angel kicking-back in the clover? I have a rose, she's all petals and bleeding thorns. And a wanton dilemma saps all my desire Well, it's all in my stove-ah a glowing fire. Well, I'm only, mortal. So I begged her for no mercy, and then. Well it's all in my stove-ah …glowing fire And then I cried for no lies just a wanton moment To experience a feeling now totally, paralyzed.