I played the girls my melodies   On the grand piano   Then the harmonium   But what remains of   Those dreams of harmony   Is a cold and gruesome museum      If Lilly is a flower   Tell her she needs a gardener   I'm a bee I suppose   When a rose takes my cloth   Honeymoon discovers up my jaws      Now...      I am a werewolf in your garden   I have to piss upon you, love   All the flowers I had to pick-up before   They had to dry into my paws...      Rose covered me with thorns - she was stronger but I could   Strangle her pride into my gloves   When she pinched me, then I picked her   There was nothing she could do   For a rose - bud in my jacket and the whole world to look through   I cut her life at last   From her roots and from her past   She was dry, I was chast   Rose has died beneath my sunlights      Jasmine was cruel and mean   But my garden was made of sand   Under my desert sun, love is fading away   Perhaps I'll marry a nice cactus some day...      Alors, cher Monsieur, vous me volez mes roses !   Vous me volez mes roses   Qui sont ce que j'aime le mieux au monde   Vous jouez de malchance car vous pouviez tout prendre chez moi sauf les roses   Il se trouve que ce simple vol mérite la mort.