Pretty Pink Rose (Duet With David Bowie)

Yeah, she's just been to Russia and they're dyeing their faces
They're dying over there
A pretty pink rose
[That rock 'n' roll lady takes a space-ship ride
She's out of this world
A pretty pink rose]

And we're living for you, my love
We're living for you
And we're dying for you, my love
Pretty pink rose

She tore down Paris on the tail of Thom Paine
But the left wing's broken, the right's insane
A pretty pink rose
[Ah, have a nice day, it's a killer, turn a cheek
It's a Christian code
A pretty pink rose]

And we're living for you, my love
Yes we're living for you
And we're dying for you, my love
Pretty pink rose

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

She's the poor man's gold, she's the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannibal
Pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never rain
On the heart of the pretty pink rose
Pretty pink rose

And we're living for you, my love
We're living for you
And we're dying for you, my love
Pretty pink rose

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Get me through the pain, through the pain
Of the thorn of the pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never rain, never rain
On the pretty pink rose

[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Of the pretty pink rose]
Never let it rain, never rain, never rain
[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart]

Never never let it rain, never rain
[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Of the pretty pink rose]
Never let it rain on the heart of the
[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart]
Never let, never let it rain, never rain on the heart

[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Of the pretty pink rose]
[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart]
Never let it rain, never let it rain, never rain

[Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart]