She was a wild and lovely rose

Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows

But though my heart was true, it would never do

Party life was what she chose



Last night I saw my lovely rose

All painted up in fancy clothes

Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark

She's just a painted, tainted rose











But though my heart was true, it would never do

Party life was what she chose







Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark

She's just a



She's just a