Plastic Rose

Lyrics:
[instrumental intro]
[verse]
I never said (never said)
I was a poetic man (poetic man)
the type to quote in verse,
rehearse my every stand,
But I know,
that I'll always love you,
all the things you bring my way,
and I bring back to you,
I've sung it before,
If you want it better said,
then ya betta head,
on down to the record store
(record store)
Because:
[chorus]
I ain't no writer,
of those songs of love,
(songs of love)
Some mighty fighter,
righting wrongs like God above,
(like God above)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
I keep it easy,
state how I feel,
(how I feel)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
Oh no, no, no, nuh uh
[verse]
Well I guess I'm simple minded,
Your embrace still keeps me blinded,
Shieldin' out all the pains,
of this crazy world,
Dealin' out all the gains,
as we give this life a whirl,
When we're together,
that's all I really need,
It gets no better,
we'll surely weather,
all that we'll ever meet
(ever meet)
I'm just lettin' the thoughts,
in my knot go
but gettin' blocked,
in my writer's thought flow
Oh-Oh-Oh
Because:
[chorus]
I ain't no writer,
of those songs of love,
(songs of love)
Some mighty fighter,
righting wrongs like God above,
(like God above)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
I keep it easy,
state how I feel,
(how I feel)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
[verse]
Well I guess I can,
drop a lyric or two,
(lyric or two)
but I confess that once I hear it,
I ain't hearin' nuthin' new,
(nothin new)
That's the problem,
I have with this genre,
It's all hearts throbbin,
sobbin',
flowers, lusty hours,
of me bein' up on ya,
(up on ya)
It's the same ol same ol,
lame ol lame oh,
so I don't strain,
I keep it plain,
Won't wrack my brain,
or go insane,
To state the way I feel...
Because:
[chorus]
I ain't no writer,
of those songs of love,
(songs of love)
Some mighty fighter,
righting wrongs like God above,
(like God above)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
I keep it easy,
state how I feel,
(how I feel)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
[chorus]
I ain't no writer,
of those songs of love,
(songs of love)
Some mighty fighter,
righting wrongs like God above,
(like God above)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)
I keep it easy,
state how I feel,
(how I feel)
I don't bring words,
with the drastic prose,
(drastic prose)
That've all been heard,
and served,
like a plastic rose
(plastic rose)