Absolute Rose

You remind me of a rose An absolute rose Or better yet, a bud Preparing to bloom This summer, you will soak up the city The sunlight, the sea Who knows what this new adventure will be? When you open Open Open up, anew You'll be an absolute rose Once I cultivate you Jordan! Meet my cousin, Nick Carraway Jordan is an amateur golfer And a confirmed bachelor You know what's grand about a rose? Who are you calling a rose? Is sometimes they look best When they are arranged Here we go You should see the trophies that hang on her walls So you know, I've always had a thing for swinging At little white balls I should fling you Together Find a boat Push you right out to sea Or maybe lock you in a room And see what happens to bloom Fun, though this is I'm going out tonight Ugh, women run around too much these days to suit me Nick doesn't want a wife who traipses from golf tournaments to parties Better than a husband who travels with a pack of polo ponies! A man needs a wife who's more of a delicate flower If I'm a rose I'm a rose under glass Frozen at its pinnacle More cynical by the day I've been everywhere Seen everything Done everything God, I've made it I'm so sophisticated But look at you! You are back from the war Brave and victorious Victorious! With glorious days ahead Glorious days ahead You're writing books! I'm selling bonds You're selling bonds Daisy, I hate it No, you've made it! I swear, this all was fated Dance with me, Nick! You altogether missed dancing with me at my wedding Why weren't you at our wedding? I wasn't back from the war Ugh, everyone's favourite excuse When you open Open Open up, you'll see You'll be an absolute rose Like I used to be