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Midler Bette Bette Of Roses

Bed of roses By bonnie hayes From the album "bette of roses" Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows And the still air is sweet with summer

in your arms And in this dream we share Let us not miss one kiss And add my regrets To the tears in the rain For that's what the color Of roses contain

I don't believe in superstars Organic food or foreign cars I don't believe the price of gold The certainty of growing old That right is right and left

For all I've been blessed with in this life There was an emptiness in me I was imprisoned by the power of gold With one kind touch you set me free Let

Let this be the last time, let this be the last time Let this be the last time, let this be the last time I have no guts, I have no pride My heart is

You've been down in the dumps It seems like forever Now, what have they done to you? Not a single thing's turned out the way you imagined It all looks

your arms. And in this dream we share let us not miss one kiss. And add my regrets to the tears in the rain for that's what the color of roses contain

, honey, everything's coming up roses! Clear the decks! Clear the tracks! You've got nothing to do but relax. Blow a kiss. Take a bow. Honey, everything's coming up roses

Пераклад: Значыць, Бэці. Bed Of Roses.