Rose, not that Rose

My love for you is like a summer's red rose but that's a bit of a cliché so let's say garden hose Ok, you are a garden hose and I'm the red rose spray your liquid all over me No, that's too sexual, let's start again You are a waiter, I am the customer You bring me the bill, I ask your name You say it's Will, I like that name I ask for your number but you say you've got a girlfriend Does that matter Apparently it does I return 2 months hence but you're not there, I think you've left I don't come back but you do because it was only a brief hiatus You no longer have a girlfriend and are questioning your sexuality Oh, damn, I could've been quite happy perhaps I still could because there's always a cute waiter somewhere perhaps with a longer hose and a multi-functioning head Ooh, it's gone sexual again