Rose Garden
I beg your pardon.
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
there*s got to be a little rain sometime.
When you take, you got to give,
so live and let live,
or let go. Oh, oh, oh.
I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden.
I could promise you things like big diamond rings,
but you don*t find roses growing on stalks of clover.
So you better think it over.
Well, if sweet-talking you could make it come true,
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter.
But what would it matter? So smile for a while and let*s be jolly.
Love shouldn*t be so melancholy .
Come along and share the good times while we can.
I beg your pardon.
I never promised you a rose garden.
I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon,
but if that*s what it takes to hold you,
I*d just as soon let you go.
But there*s one thing I want you to know.
You better look before you leap.
Still waters run deep,
and there won*t always be someone there to pull you out,
and you know what I*m talking about