In
Paris once there lived a girl of
innocence and youth
But now behind her painted face
there hides a bitter truth
She used to be a happy girl and
sing a different tune
That now her life's been tain
ted by rouge and perfume
She loved a man, you know the kind,
a charmer and a li ar
He took her heart, she gave it gladly,
sacrificed to fire
But he betrayed her,
made her sad, their love would never bloom
His shirt stained with another lover
's rouge and perfume
And now her mirror shows
a face of misery and gloom
A face that hides the sorrow painted
with rouge and perfume
He told her she was his
first love like honey were his lies
Sweet just like his kisses they
would have her mesmerized
The roses that he gave her
turned to lilies by the moon
To mourn the passing of their love stained
with rouge and perfume
She cried,
I believe his kisses were exclusive
She cried, I believed his promises divine
But the shade of scarlet lip
stick on his silk chemise
Wasn't mine, wasn't mine
She said, I believe he'd
never let me down
She said, I believe he'd
love me all the time
But the sweet and sickly scent of violets
in his hair wasn't mine, wasn't mine
And now you'll find she sells herself on
La
Rue
Saint -Denis
She wouldn't be there if she'd
known how cruel this man could be
She locks what's left of her poor
heart inside a painted tomb
And hides the sorrow with a
mask of rouge and perfume
And now her mirror shows
a face of misery and gloom
The face that hides the soul painted
with rouge and perfume