One of my favourite songs had a one-line mention waaaay back. For what it's worth, here's a bit more info.

ROSES FROM THE WRONG MAN
Words and music by Christine Lavin
As recorded by Iain MacKintosh on "Live & Kicking" (2000)

She opens the door, surprised to see the delivery man
Standing there with flowers in his hand.
"For me?" she said. He nods his head.
She takes the flowers in and she's read the note.

Roses from the wrong man,
Poetry written in the wrong hand.
She waits for one, hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man.

She puts the flowers in the middle of the living-room
And the air is filled with a delicate sweet perfume
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes
She slowly shakes her head and sighs
Roses from the wrong man.

Roses from the wrong man,
Poetry written in the wrong hand.
She waits for one, hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man.

How long can she hold on for someone who might never come around?
How many times will the other man try if she keeps turning him down?
She's not getting any younger but she doesn't want to settle for less.
And how can such pretty flowers mean so much unhappiness?

Since she was a child of eleven or twelve she'd had a dream
To receive the kind of flowers carried by a beauty queen.
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't want them to
Like roses from the wrong man.

Roses from the wrong man,
Poetry written in the wrong hand.
She waits for one, hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man.


[2000:] There isn't a woman in the audience who can't relate to the bittersweet eternal triangle which Iain's voice sets out with such stark emotion. 'Roses' is an object lesson in songwriting; a story pared down to one event and a few thoughts and dreams, a lifetime offered up by implication. (Notes Iain MacKintosh & Brian McNeill, 'Live and Kicking')

Eddie