A rose is a rose, is a rose, is a rose And i am walking down the street I'm brushing the hair out of my face So i can see The handsome youth standing on the corner Waiting for a bus He's having an argument with his girl I hope that they make up. A rose is a rose, is a rose, is a rose What was that all about? I heard about it in art school And thought i'd look it up Gertrude Stein would write all night In the morning, Alice would type it up And in the evening they would take there little dog And go see Picasso and Dora Maar Gertrude Stein would write all night In the morning, Alice would type it up And in the evening they would take there little dog And go see Picasso and Dora Maar A rose is a rose, is a rose, is a rose I'm living in new york I like the big streets and the big buildings It's a great place to walk But some times i'd like to go to a lonely beach And just sit on the shore And not think about the 60s or the 70s Just not think at all