Last night she played her heart again an all familiar game a different part
A different man but somehow it’s the same.

And what I’ve heard he told her a story she well knows then she woke up
This morning with one smoky rose

A drink came to her table a handsome man sat down, bought a pretty flower
From the girl who comes around one thing led to another that’s just the way
It goes then she woke up this morning with one smoky rose

(solo)

Tonight she’ll play a smarter game, she’ll try to keep her head.
She’s staying home and all alone she put herself to bed, it all sounds
Kind of lonely and that’s why I suppose that she wake up tomorrow with one
Smoky rose

A drink comes to her table a handsome man sits down he buys a pretty flower
From the girl who comes around one thing leads to another and that’s why I
Suppose that she’ll wake up tomorrow with one smoky rose
That shell wake up tomorrow with one smoky rose