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