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Monday, September 6, 2010

Black Rose

© 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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