Ain't No Bed of Roses

Where's the love, that my mama used to tell me, Would just fly me away
No open doors, or big boxes of candy, Yet your pleading to stay

I ain't no bed of roses, That you can trample on
I ain't talking compromises, I'm just talking about love

You got fancy talk, yet I haven't seen no action, Just your words that try
You got fancy love, say you want to wine and dine me, With your intense eyes

I ain't no bed of roses, That you can trample on
I ain't talking compromises, I'm just talking about love

Pick up lines and cheap champagne, The finer things don't impress me, I've seen your kind

I ain't no bed of roses, That you can trample on
I ain't talking compromises, I'm just talking about love

© 2000
Written by: Jeff Steele
Produced by Dan Hartnett
Recorded at Hit Bound Studios, Redbank, NJ