Girls are like flowers you must understand,
You’ll learn this after you grab a rose with your bare hand.
The “pretty” ones stab you with their sharp thorns,
and when they leave, you’re the only one that mourns.
Morning glories will open up,
When you shine a light on them.
But if that light ever goes away,
Your morning glory will not stay.
What you need my friend is a purple tulip,
A loyal flower, yes indeed.
This girl will stay with you through a cold winter,
And in the end she will bloom beautifully.