Paris once there lived a girl of
But now behind her painted face
there hides a bitter truth
She used to be a happy girl and
That now her life's been tain
She loved a man, you know the kind,
He took her heart, she gave it gladly,
made her sad, their love would never bloom
His shirt stained with another lover
a face of misery and gloom
A face that hides the sorrow painted
first love like honey were his lies
Sweet just like his kisses they
would have her mesmerized
The roses that he gave her
turned to lilies by the moon
To mourn the passing of their love stained
I believe his kisses were exclusive
She cried, I believed his promises divine
But the shade of scarlet lip
stick on his silk chemise
But the sweet and sickly scent of violets
in his hair wasn't mine, wasn't mine
And now you'll find she sells herself on
She wouldn't be there if she'd
known how cruel this man could be
She locks what's left of her poor
heart inside a painted tomb
And hides the sorrow with a
mask of rouge and perfume
a face of misery and gloom
The face that hides the soul painted
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