I do what I can to catch you
You were always only after the beauties
So I plant myself with them and scratch you
They have their fragrance; I have my duties

Remember the day that you met me?
Remember the way you confused me?
I can’t bear for you to forget me
I can’t bear for you to refuse me

I’m a thorn, a thorn in the side of a boy
I’m a thorn, a thorn and I’m hurting you

Roses, they last for a season
They fade and they die on the vine
I am in you for a reason
You are bleeding and you are mine

I’m a thorn, a thorn in the side of a boy
I’m a thorn, a thorn and I’m hurting you

Maybe I’ll never convert you
A church with an atheist choir
Maybe I will desert you
I’d do better in a field of briar

I’m a thorn, a thorn in the side of a boy
I’m a thorn, a thorn and I’m hurting you