Rosie, Rosie, Rosie lay your body down to me
Its morning and the curtains are glowing like they’re holy
Oh, Rosie won’t you let me into your fantasy
When I saw you come in from the kitchen, you'd been crying
And I didn't hear nothing drop, didn't smell no onions frying
I know this place is a dump, but I keep trying
Oh, Rosie, you got me circling around you
Looking for signs of love, looking for signs of love
Oh, Rosie, you got me feeling almost blue
Looking for signs of love, looking for signs of love
All I’ve got to show is out on the table
And you don't have to check the seams or look for the label
Take me for what I am I do what I’m able
Times are gonna change, this ain't no routine
This winter's gonna melt away and things will get green
Oh, Rosie, please don’t tell me you want to quit this scene
Copyright 2006 Malcolm McKinney