Black Rose - John Cale

Everybody melting but the heat just won’t affect ya

Backlot Casanovas and Black Russian defectors

Are here to take your picture away

I know you don’t have space left on your windowsill

Black rose — long thorn

White rose — still born

Standing on the corner just baying at the moon

Just another little Miss Too-much-far-too-soon

Dreamstreet romance is not the same as burning love

You can light a thousand candles, you can wear your satin glove

And you can dance, dance, dance from here to Sunday

You can dance, dance, dance from here to Sunday

Black rose — long thorn

White rose — still born

Standing on the corner howling at the moon

Just another Little Miss Too-much-far-too-soon