Ilya - Little Lamb lyrics

Hold me close my little lamb Fortune favours the brave and I love you so much But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind Are the very ones I didn't want to find Secretly the past comes in Poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad And the lifer in the prison of your heart Is the very one to tear our love apart O why did I pick the weakest rose Why did I plant a blood red vine Why do I hate the thing I chose? And call-a bad man mine And call-a bad man mine I wonder now maybe it's over But I can't stand the sight of you looking unhappy But the idler in the factory of your eyes Is the only one I truly now despise CHORUS O Why did I pick the weakest rose Why did I plant a blood red vine Why do I hate the thing I chose? And call a bad man mine And call a bad man mine And call a bad man mine And call a bad man mine