I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But… the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face Kind, intelligent, loving and hot. This describes everything you're not I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes...