| Painted Tainted Rose |
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| Peaked at number 15 in 1963 |
| She was a wild and lovely rose |
| Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows |
| But though my heart was true, it would never do |
| Party life was what she chose |
| Last night I saw my lovely rose |
| All painted up in fancy clothes |
| Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark |
| She’s just a painted, tainted rose |
| But though my heart was true, it would never do |
| Party life was what she chose |
| Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark |
| She’s just a |
| She’s just a |
