Roses will be black.
Violets will be black too.
One day you’ll be a corpse
And then none will love you.
Thus, knowing you will die
And worms will eat your lips,
Won’t in my bed you lie,
And first give me a kiss?
Roses will be black.
Violets will be black too.
One day you’ll be a corpse
And then none will love you.
Thus, knowing you will die
And worms will eat your lips,
Won’t in my bed you lie,
And first give me a kiss?