Roses

Roses...
I'm thinking of roses...
I'm thinking of those roses you gave me
On the day you left
And you painted the white roses black

You were a silly boy
Silly, silly boy
You painted the white roses black
Almost like Alice
And you painted the white roses black

And I asked you if you loved me
And you said maybe with a crooked grin
And I said, "Curiouser and curiouser."
Like Alice
And you painted the white roses black.

And you told me you loved me
I asked if I was going mad
And you said we're all mad
And you kissed me
And you painted the white roses black

And I laughed as we sang
"Twinkle, twinkle little bat"
"How I wonder where you're at"
And you grinned at me
And you painted the white roses black

And the red queen shouts
"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
And the man shoots
You're gone and I think of roses
Because you painted those white roses black