THE PRETENDERS: “ENGLISH ROSES” (2x)    Just before it rains the wind whips ’round the balcony    And the sky closes on the english roses    And she’ll be pacin’ Round and ’round and ’round and ’round       Her Room these storms always find here to remind her    To the endless sky The pink over Grey… She looks for an answer but it’s too late       Maybe it’s true: some things were just never meant To be… Maybe not      This is a story fruit cut from the vine      Forgot and left to rot long before its time      This is a story about the girl who lived next door      Looking for someone to hold (2x)     A wish made on a star brought her here tonight     At a courtyard she waits a thousand broken dates     But she holds the hymnal where so carefully pressed     Is the english rose she laid to rest      Ahhh… It’s only a story      Flowers in full bloom bouquets in every room     Ooh this is a story fruit cut from the vine     Looking for someone to hold Repeat until fade...