A Dozen Yellow Roses

When a dozen yellow roses
Won't get me into bed,
A twenty dollar teddy bear
Should get me there instead.

A fifty dollar bill,
A dinner out to eat,
You tell me of your problems,
Hang your head in ill defeat.

Pick a lily in the springtime,
A box of chocolates; you're in love.
Should we make love beneath the willows
Or fuck under the sun?

Take your yellow roses,
Dried and hanging dead,
Take your made-up problems
And go fuck yourself instead.