Post by Harleyangele on Mar 12, 2003 7:25:47 GMT -5
Her lips and her dress, they are both ruby red, she thinks that is how you hide the pain you feel inside. She comes out every night to soak up the neon light, her perfume fills the air, and people stop and stare but...
Blue Rose is looking for the moon is someone's eyes. Blue Rose is willing to listen and believe someone's lies. Now Blue Rose's petals have been crushed along the way, Blue Rose is growing bluer every day.
One more drink, one more dance, you might be her only chance. She needs someone to hold when the night is growing old. And if you do not mind the thorns, she will take you and keep you warm.
Lying in the dark, in a bed of broken hearts.
Blue Angel
Blue Rose is looking for the moon is someone's eyes. Blue Rose is willing to listen and believe someone's lies. Now Blue Rose's petals have been crushed along the way, Blue Rose is growing bluer every day.
One more drink, one more dance, you might be her only chance. She needs someone to hold when the night is growing old. And if you do not mind the thorns, she will take you and keep you warm.
Lying in the dark, in a bed of broken hearts.
Blue Angel
