The poisoned rose. That you gave to me. It left me half alive. And half in ecstasy. But if half of your love. Is all I can win. Give me just a fraction. But no more medicine. The poisoned rose. On a Valentine card. That you take straight to the heart. That you call my junkyard. But if all I can do. is save pieces of you. The piece of your mind. The piece of your heart. Didn't tear me apart. Like the poisoned rose. I received from you. I don't know. How we came to grow. Into this very sad affair. Everytime we do the decent thing. Somebody spikes the drink. And a single becomes a pair. The poisoned rose. That you wear at your best. That I keep pressed between the white sheets. Where you lie half undressed. I threw away my shirt and shoes. You looked and I dived in. It's just you and me now. 'Cause I threw away the gin. I threw away your alibis. And all your worn-out clothes. I threw myself upon the floor. But I couldn't throw away. This poisoned rose. This poisoned rose.