He was a man who’d seen the world, loved a thousand girls,
all while travelling in the one direction
A rose adorned his arm, he said it kept him out of harm
and it stopped one thousand men who would have killed him
I believed that was what it meant to be free
I believed La Rosa, he was truly free
He would stare across the bar, his gaze so dead and far,
trying to recall his lovers’ faces
The rose upon his arm, it would blind him to their charms
and keep each woman out of his good graces
I believe that man wanted to be me
I believe La Rosa wanted to be me

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN