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)