there's a girl I know with a
poison rose
she's gonna bring her
I suppose
ch-everybody's got a
pretty friend
the words they buy
the time they spend
goodnight
when her friend's around
she disappears
amid the broken stems
and tears
-chorus-
it's a bitter pill
and it's hard to swallow
she could take the lead
but she never follows
the bed of roses
turns to nails
the best laid plans
always fail
-chorus-