I see you're soaking up praise while we're gasping for rain.
Run indoors now, lest you shoulder the blame.
Save your water, k** the roses.
Save your precious water, k** the roses.
Summer drought, it's all your own spell.
Don't waste your water, k** the roses.
Arriving late in church, your dress is soaked.
Don't you look miserable.
Pinned to the dress - oh, look - a dry white rose.
You should be proud.
Summer drought, it's all your own spell.