Texty:
Midler Bette Color Of Roses

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

now 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

Překlad: Prostředky, Bette. Vše, co se blíží Roses.