Lyrics

GAS STATION ROSES

Mr. Wallstreet in a Lexus, he doesn't fit that mold
His kind of rich is a heart of gold
He doesn't own much of anything
But he makes me smile everytime he brings me

Gas Station Roses
A dollar ninety-nine
I know he loves me, cause every Friday at five
He's at The Exxon, pump # 3
With Gas Station Roses & all his love for me

Jenny got Godiva after Tommy was a jerk
Then he eight-sixed her for the candy clerk
Well, my baby got down on one knee
And he popped the question with a cracker jack ring and

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Red or yellow wrapped in plastic
Price tag on 'em, doesn't matter

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