And I know I'm gonna steal her eye My sun-eyed girl She doesn't even know what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending

Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? And so many eyes are on me I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks? But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were

But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby But I got you this rose And I need to know I'm not try'na start a fire, with this flame Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy Will you let it die or let it grow?

Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (get on your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. I hear babies cry, I watch them grow And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see em bloom, for me and for you I see skies of blue, clouds of white Bright blessed

At least we stole the show No heroes, villains, one to blame While wilted roses fill the stage And the thrill, the thrill is gone Our debut was a masterpiece We used to have it all, but now's our curtain call So hold for the applause, oh And wave out to

None other has ever known And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God

Who'll love Aladdin Sane We'll love Aladdin Sane Millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise Watching him dash away, swinging an old bouquet (dead roses) Sake and strange divine Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh you'll make it Passionate bright young things, takes

Now you only bring me black roses I lay low, lay low, And they crumble in the dust when they're held. I'm not under your spell, And watch the bridges burn. Under your spell. Now you only bring me black roses. And I'm done try'na be the one, I can see

He would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old hennaed curls And when his wife said, "Hey now What did you get for me?" He socked her in the chopper Such a sweet, sweet guy was he