Also on Frankie Armstrong's I Heard a Woman Singing

I DON'T WANT YOUR RED, RED ROSES
(Leon Rosselson)

I don’t want
I don’t want
I don’t want your red, red roses anymore, anymore, anymore

Well Now, I know you won’t believe me, and you’ll say that I’m just playing
But I’ve got a funny feeling that you’re not the one for me
And I don’t want you oh my darling, I don’t want you for a lover
For your ways are too demanding and you’ll never let me be

So, I don’t want your red, red roses
I don’t want your diamond droppings
I don’t want your chequebook kisses anymore, anymore, anymore

I was one for your collection and you wore me like a medal
I was just your decoration but you never knew my name
Well I’m not your pretty baby, and I’m not your little lady*
So you better find another crazy partner for your game

And I don’t want your red, red roses
I don’t want your diamond droppings
I don’t want your chequebook kisses anymore, anymore, anymore

So it’s farewell and forever and I can’t say that I’m sorry
We have broken words together now there’s nothing more to say
And there’s no use trying to tell me we could ever make it better
It would be the same old story, it would end the same old way

So, I don’t want your red, red roses
I don’t want your diamond droppings
I don’t want your chequebook kisses anymore, anymore, anymore

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*Alt: 'Cos I’m not your little baby, and I’m not your lovely lady*
from Bringing the News from Nowhere: Songs by Leon Rosselson (Published in 1992 by Fuse Records, pp. 24-25)