Pam Tillis - Blue rose is

^CHer lips and her dress, they're both ^Fruby ^Cred She thinks that's ^G7how you hide the ^Fpain you ^Cfeel ^G7inside And she comes ^Cout every night to soak up the n^Feon l^Cight Her perfume ^G7fills the air, ^Fpeople ^Cstop and star^G7e, but...

^CBlue Rose is looking for the moon in someone's ^G7eyes Blue Rose is willing to believe someone's ^Clies Now Blue Rose's petals have been ^C7crushed along the ^Fway Oh, ^G7Blue Rose is just growing bluer every ^Cday

^COne more drink, one more dance, you might be her ^Fonly ^Cchance She needs some^G7one to hold when the ^Fnight is ^Cgrowing ^G7old And if y^Cou don't mind the thorns, she'll take you in and ^Fkeep you ^Cwarm Lying i^G7n the dark in a ^Fbed of br^Coken ^G7hearts, 'cause...

^CBlue Rose is looking for the moon in someone's ^G7eyes Blue Rose is willing to believe someone's ^Clies Now Blue Rose's petals have been ^C7crushed along the ^Fway Oh, ^G7Blue Rose is just growing bluer every ^Cday Now, ^G7Blue Rose is just growing bluer every ^Fday^C