No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to b
Lollipops and Roses
Tell her you care, each time you speak,
Make it her birthday each day of the week,
Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things,
Roses and Lollipops,
And Lollipops and Roses . . .
One day she'll smile, next day she'll cry,
Minute to minute, you'll never know why!
Coax her, pet her, better yet get her,
Roses and Lollipops,
And Lollipops and Roses . . .
We try acting grown up, but as a rule,
We're all little children, fresh from school . . .
So, carry her books, that's how it starts,
Fourteen to forty, they're kids in their hearts . . .
Keep them handy, flowers and candy,
Roses and Lollipops,
And Lollipops and Roses . . .