She`s a paintingoutta focus with no good sense of intention she`s authentic
she`s a model of disaster with a heart of revolution
she`s so innocent, but guilty`s her plea
everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want tosave themselves
she`s got the grave of a tourist, with the charm of demolition
she`s a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design
of a flower like a rose no one really knows
she`s a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation timewill tell us
if she`s a lifer or a decomposuer she`s the rose no one reallyknows