© 2009 Mark Cote
1.she lures them in with a sheepish grin
look in her eyes before you decide
or she'll cast her spell on you
her petals are soft but cold to the touch
dark as coal, she'll steal your soul
and never give it away
her poisoned thorns have no cure
broken dreams from wicked schemes
she'll infect you too
(chorus) black rose
the kiss of death
your heart she froze
and took your breath
black rose
the kiss of death
black rose
that's all that's left
2. she grows alone among flowered love
icy stares and selfish glares
her roots choke the life from you
ruins lives with cold disregard
telling lies in her eyes
she'll toss their hearts away
(chorus)
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