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I was just a young man, A little wet behind the ears She grew up at the country club with the diamond chandeliers I worked at the feed store I was broke and naive She was next in line for the crown to be the rose queen I could get alcohol she had a lot of cash We’d watch the June bugs dance around while lying on the grass I knew it wouldn’t work out for a hissy like me But I couldn’t resist to steal a kiss from the rose queen My momma always told me she was too rich for my blood Her daddy always said I was never good enough She was just a southern bell lord I made her ring Soaking wet from beads of sweat busting at the seams She went off to college I stayed my ass back home She came back sororitized as a teenage debutant Now she tries to act like she don’t remember me I guess I’m only good enough once I guess I’m only good enough once For the rose queen for the rose queen For the rose queen for the rose queen From Letras Mania