She’s just been to russia and they’re dying their facesThey’re dying over thereA pretty pink roseThat r’n’r lady takes a space-ship ride she’s out of this worldA pretty pink roseAnd we’re living for you my love, we’re living for youAnd we’re dying for you my lovePretty pink roseShe tore down paris on the tall of thom paineBut the left wings broken the right insaneA pretty pink roseHave a nice day, it’s a killer, turn a cheekIt’s a christian codeA pretty pink roseAnd we’re living for you my love, we’re living for youAnd we’re dying for you my lovePretty pink roseShe’s the poor mans gold she’s the anarchist crucibleFlying in the face of the despot cannibleShe’s a pretty pink roseNever let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rosePretty pink roseAnd we’re living for you my love, we’re living for youAnd we’re dying for you my love, pretty pink roseGet me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink roseNever let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heartTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heartTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink roseTake me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
David Bowie
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