AMERICAN BEAUTY (© John MacLean 2012) Bruised all over but not on her skin I didn't see it when she walked in American beauty in that smokey old bar Dressed in black silk, head held high Took the stool right beside me, wiped a tear from her eye "I came for a drink so just stay where you are" Cut a rose, kill a dream Something fine dies No blade sharper than a lover's lies And no way to hide Your innocent eyes She stared straight ahead,nursed ginger and rye Touched the rose in her hair, said with a sigh The cruelest pleasures cut straight through your heart She glanced at the clock, whispered low God bless the man who understands "No" She said "Thanks" as she made to depart Cut a rose, kill a dream Something fine dies No blade sharper than a lover's lies And no way to hide Your innocent eyes Then she walked off out to the night A dark limousine quickly took flight There on the bar, just to my right The rose from her hair, scarlett and bright American beauty in that smokey old bar American beauty in that smokey old bar Song List Home