A Kiss From A Rose.

A Kiss From A Rose.

With velvet red lips,
her hand trembling in mine.
We walk side by side,
in a straight line.
We're ready to move on,
to another place -
For, never again
shall she see his sweet face.

We're walking away,
running from love.
But, it's worse than you think,
his lies are as white as a dove.
He lets on with honor,
but in secret it's disgrace.
So, we're running from love,
to a whole other place.

A kiss from a rose -
the words from his mouth.
But, it's worse than you think,
when he moves on down south.
A word or two here,
and a word or two there ...
It's like hell in the bed,
with a very akward stare.

With velvet red lips,
my best friend and I -
We stand in the line,
she's trying not to cry.
I've came to this place,
to steal her away -
And, take her from love
this very fine day.