[Verse 1]
What's come to stay from the cannonball days
But a house and some clothes on the line
Fired away your drunken brigade
In the streets of New York as a child
Woman so fine, fine as a girl
Slow like an Italian wine
Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf
But all of your roses have died
[Chorus 1]
Better luck in the next life
'Cause you're gonna need it dear
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died
All of your roses have died
[Verse 2]
I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips
Danced in apartment named Nine
The cats on the sill and my head to your breast
Beating your rhythms divine
West Jersey queen with a rattled machine
Tasted the salt through your skin
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died
What's come to stay from the cannonball days
But a house and some clothes on the line
Fired away your drunken brigade
In the streets of New York as a child
Woman so fine, fine as a girl
Slow like an Italian wine
Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf
But all of your roses have died
[Chorus 1]
Better luck in the next life
'Cause you're gonna need it dear
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died
All of your roses have died
[Verse 2]
I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips
Danced in apartment named Nine
The cats on the sill and my head to your breast
Beating your rhythms divine
West Jersey queen with a rattled machine
Tasted the salt through your skin
Loved you back then but I couldn't say when
All of your roses have died
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