Everyone knows she's a rambling rose, she's a beauty growing wild
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Birds in their nests seem to whistle their best
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Mother Nature's favorite child
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She's got that kind of affection that just winds around your heart
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You'd better run for protection or she might upset your flower cart
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Hate to disclose that my rambling rose is gonna meet her Waterloo
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I'll let her play but she can't get away 'cause I know just what to do
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Anyone knows you can train a rose to be a clinging vine
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So from this day hence there'll be a picket fence round that rambling rose of mine
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She's got that kind of affection that just winds around your heart
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You'd better run for protection or she might upset your flower cart
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Hate to disclose that my rambling rose is gonna meet her Waterloo
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I'll let her play but she can't get away 'cause I know just what to do
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Anyone knows you can train a rose to be a clinging vine
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So from this day hence there'll be a picket fence round that rambling rose of mine
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Rambling Rose
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| Dean Martin |
