John Cale - Black Rose Lyrics

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