I played the girls my melodiesnOn the grand pianonThen the harmoniumnBut what remains ofnThose dreams of harmonynIs a cold and gruesome museumnnIf Lilly is a flowernTell her she needs a gardenernI'm a bee I supposenWhen a rose takes my clothnHoneymoon discovers up my jawsnnNow...nnI am a werewolf in your gardennI have to piss upon you, lovenAll the flowers I had to pick-up beforenThey had to dry into my paws...nnRose covered me with thorns - she was stronger but I couldnStrangle her pride into my glovesnWhen she pinched me, then I picked hernThere was nothing she could donFor a rose - bud in my jacket and the whole world to look throughnI cut her life at lastnFrom her roots and from her pastnShe was dry, I was chastnRose has died beneath my sunlightsnnJasmine was cruel and meannBut my garden was made of sandnUnder my desert sun, love is fading awaynPerhaps I'll marry a nice cactus some day...nnAlors, cher Monsieur, vous me volez mes roses !nVous me volez mes rosesnQui sont ce que j'aime le mieux au mondenVous jouez de malchance car vous pouviez tout prendre chez moi sauf les rosesnIl se trouve que ce simple vol mérite la mort.