Lyrics He Who Picks a Rose (Version 1) by Paul Williams

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

A rose is a beautiful flower (Beautiful flower)
To me the prettiest in the world (Prettiest in the world)
Hey, but that goes double, double for a girl
'Cause she's like no other flower in the world (In the world)
Remember, they're not perfect, you see
But you've got to take the bitter with the sweet

Becausе he who picks a rose must accept thе thorns it bears
(The thorns it bears)
I'd like to tell the story

A rose remains to be pretty (Pick a, pick a rose)
If you handles it with care, hey (Pick a, pick a rose)
That goes double for a girl
Treat her right and her love she'll truly share
But you've got to take the bitter with the sweet
Happy times along with moments of despair

Because he who picks a rose must accept the thorns it bears
(The thorns it bears)
A-let me hear you say yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
A-let me, a-let me, a-let me
A-let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(He who picks a rose) Alright
(He who picks a rose) Must accept the thorns it bears
(The thorns it bears)

Now, a rose remains the same (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you treat it with loving care, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That goes double for a girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Treat her right and she'll stand beside you anywhere
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know sometimes they get carried away
Say things they don't mean to say
Just remember fellas

Remember, he who picks a rose
A-yeah, yeah, yeah, he who picks a rose
A-yeah, yeah, yeah, he who picks a rose
Must accept the thorns it bears (The thorns it bears)

A-come on, a-come on, a-come on
A-come on, he who picks a rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he who picks a rose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he who picks a rose