By Laura Shipley - lms134@juno.com
Date: 12 February 2001
Show up at my door with roses
Show up at my door with roses,
and an apology.
Say that you're sorry you hurt me.
Say you love me and want me back
in your life.
We'll work out the details later, Babe...
After you kiss me,
After I wipe tears of joy
from my eyes.
Show up at my door with roses,
because love is more patient
than pride;
because love never dies
it just changes,
and you can't take it with you
when you leave.
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