Bed Of Roses lyrics

She was called a scarlet woman by the people Who would go to church but leave me in the street With no parents of my own I never had a home And a fifteen year old girl has got to eat She found me outside one Sunday morning begging money from a man I didn't know She took me in and wiped away my childhood that woman of the street this lady Rose This bed of Rose's that I lay on where I was taught to love a man This bed of Rose's where I'm livin' is the only kind of life I'll understand She was a handsome woman just thirty-five who was spoken to in town by very few She managed a late evening business like most of the town wished they'd do I learned all the things a man should know from a woman not approved of I suppose She died knowing someone really loved her from life's bramble bush I picked a rose This bed of Rose's... This bed of Rose's...