Painted Tainted Rose - Al Martino

Peaked at number 15 in 1963

She was a wild and lovely rose

Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows

But though my heart was true, it would never do

Party life was what she chose

Last night I saw my lovely rose

All painted up in fancy clothes

Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark

She’s just a painted, tainted rose

But though my heart was true, it would never do

Party life was what she chose

Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark

She’s just a

She’s just a