She moved like silver screen fantasy
I asked: Excuse me, what's this you see?
That I'm the shadow in your spotlight?
She swore I was the flame in her night

Whispered: Call me Velvet Valentine
Every eye followed her design
All praying they could steal my place
In her dangerous moonlight chase

Folks would warn me late at night
Boy don't play with fire so bright
And daddy told me soft and low
Some roses come with thorns that grow

Velvet's touch ain't love, it's art
Just a stage where plays her heart
That child ain't my blood, it's true
She swears I'm who she's singing to
But that child ain't my own, oh, no

Thirty nights and thirty days
Her performance earned her praise
Could anyone resist her game?
When we danced in fortune's flame

She showed my girl our midnight spin
Then flashed a photo with my chin
I said: This show must disappear
But the crowd just cheered to hear

Folks would warn me late at night
Boy don't play with fire so bright
And daddy told me soft and low
Some roses come with thorns that grow

Velvet's touch ain't love, it's art
(Oh, no no) that child ain't my blood, it's true
(Whoa whoa) she swears I'm who she's singing to
But that child ain't my own

(Velvet ain't my angel)
(Just a script she sells so well)
(Velvet ain't my angel)
(Her fiction rings that hollow bell)