Testo Painted, Tainted Rose

She was a wild and lovely roseOh, how I loved her, heaven knowsBut though my heart was true, it would never doParty life was what she choseLast night I saw my lovely roseAll painted up in fancy clothesHer eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their markShe's just a painted, tainted roseBut though my heart was true, it would never doParty life was what she choseHer eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their markShe's just a She's just a