Red Rose Songtext
von Hugh Cornwell

I don′t mind different kinds of jewelry
Show it to me, just feel free
Could it be I'm missing all the artistry
I can see, just looks dirty

Rings, curls, necklaces of pearls
Red rose on her shoulder
Red rose on her shoulder
Red rose

Do you feel comfortable inside that skin
It′s a win, don't count me in

Lips, bones, chokers, precious stones
Red rose on her shoulder
Red rose on her shoulder
Red rose


Then you get the tramp stamp
Followed by the boyfriend
I don't like a tramp stamp
It′s the end of memory, so sadly

Damned incredibly sad

Looks to me like another saccharine
I can′t win, you're not listening

Gold, chains, pendants with a name
Red rose on her shoulder
Red rose on her shoulder
Red rose

Then you get the tramp stamp
Followed by the boyfriend
I don′t like a tramp stamp
It's the end of memory, so sadly

Damned incredibly sad
Damned incredibly sad