And these roses will stay red Please forgive my gut for what I've said My curiosity has no theme for you And these roses will stay red Please forgive my gut for what I've said My curiosity has no theme for you We need a little We want a little something to multiply After all these reckless nights They'll never see the way I do when I'm looking at you And these roses will stay red Please forgive my gut for what I've said My curiosity has no theme for you And these roses will stay red Please forgive my gut for what I've said My curiosity has no theme for you Now tell me, is it wrong? (Is it wrong, is it wrong?) Is it wrong? To want to hold on tight After all these reckless nights? Or baby, am i lost? (Am I lost, am I lost?) Am I lost? It's never what that it seems And these roses will stay red Please forgive my gut for what I've said My curiosity has no theme for you And these roses will stay red Please forgive my gut for what I've said My curiosity has no theme for you I got a thing for you