Roses(Chords)

	        Intro: Em  D  C   B   Am    G    
  
 
Verse One  
 
Em         D 
Caroline! Caroline! 
                              C 
All the guys would say she's mighty fine 
     B                                Am  
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time 
        G                        F       Em                  D  
And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short 
 F    C    
Yeah, now dig this,  
Em                
even though  (even though)  
D                               C 
You'd need a golden calculator to divide  (to divide) 
F                                    Em  
The time it took to look inside and realize that 
 D                     F            C 
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! 
  
  
Chorus   2x 
    Em                         D 
I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank 
     C   
But lean a little bit closer 
         B                          Am  
See that roses really smell like poo-poo-pooo 
       G                           F      Em   D  C  G 
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-pooo 
  
{Verse Two} 
Caroline! See she's the reason for the word 'bitch' (bitch) 
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club 
Trying to hurry up to get to some 
Baller or singer or somebody like that 
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror 
And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!) 
She needs a golden calculator to divide 
The time it took to look inside and realize that 
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! 
  
{Chorus} 
  
Verse Three - Big Boi 
  
Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty 
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty 
I said 'Would you call me?' 
She said 'Pardon me you ballin'?' 
I said 'Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing' 
Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts 
But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak 
Trickin' off this bitch is lost 
Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat 
Neat place sleep,rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat 
Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test was flawless 
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers 
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom 
I wanna see ya support bra not support you! 
Better come back down to Mars 
Girl, quit chasin' cars 
What happens when the dough get so low 
Bitch, you ain't that fine 
No way.. no way.. no way 
  
{Repeat 2x} 
  
Crazy bitch 
Bitch, stupid ass bitch 
Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch 
A bitch is a bitch, just a bitch 
 
 
 

	        

Written by Simon Aldred