Sheв's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention sheв's authentic Sheв's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution Sheв's so innocent, but guiltyв's her plea Everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves Sheв's got the grave of a tourist, with the charm of demolition Sheв's a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design Of a flower like a rose no one really knows Sheв's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us If sheв's a lifer or a decomposuer sheв's the rose no one really knows