Standard (EADGBE)
She was a wild and lovely rose.
Oh, how I loved her, heav...en 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 fan...cy clothes.
Her eyes had lost their spark, the years
had left their mark,
She's just a paint..ed, taint..ed 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 painted, tainted, rose.
REPEAT#3.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.