Coming home wasted at midnight
Need a quid for the pro quo
Trying hard to remember
What I did last night, no I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka's
Still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
Did I call her name in our bed?
And you scream that the barmaid
Was asking for me - so I'm dead

With a tell-tale tincture of lipstick
I get little warning
As a china vase shatters 'gainst the wall by my head
No "Good morning"
And you shout about how I'm no good - I should leave
But I didn't quite catch that last
Indistinct scream
And the truth is I know you'll come round
In the end

'Cause I'll make it up with a box of Roses
Or you'll make me sleep on a bed on nails
Will it take hypnosis to cure your psychosis
Or make it up with a box of Roses

Well, it's taken me years
To work out the best chocolate to take home
A king's ransom I've spent buying Milk Tray,
And Cadbury's All Gold
Celebrations no good,
Nor were Matchmakers, too
Till I found the right chockies to give to you
Each new box I try and I'll whisper,
Baby sweet love is true

'Cause I'll make it up with a box of Roses
Or tonight I'll sleep on a bed on nails
Will it take hypnosis to cure your psychosis
Or make it up with a box of Roses

The local shop finds that its chocolate-shelf's bare
The shopkeeper hurries
To get more stock there
I might have bought more
'Cause there's so many I haven't tried

(Solo)

When you close your mouth
On a chocolate, it's one I bought for you
And although I'm out drinking
I'll come back home legless again
Tonight I won't be alone
But with a box by your bed, you're not lonely
I've got nothing to lose
'Cause you will take me back in the end

'Cause I'll make it up with a box of Roses
Or you'll make me sleep on a bed on nails
Will it take hypnosis to cure your psychosis
Or make it up with a box of Roses

'Cause I'll make it up with a box of Roses
Or you'll make me sleep on a bed on nails
Will it take hypnosis to cure your psychosis
Or make it up
with a
box of

Roses