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