Song | Rosie |
Artist | Thea Gilmore |
Album | Recorded Delivery |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well, the cars are leaving town | |
The winter’s moving in | |
A tree has been torn down | |
By an ill wind, an ill wind | |
Oh, Rosie can you tell | |
My age from where I sit? | |
I’m younger than I look | |
But old enough to know the half of it | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
Well, you’ve got needles in your eyes | |
From all those glances that you stole | |
Any secret that’s worth keeping | |
Will always burn a hole | |
Oh, I saw you over coffee | |
Four sugars and some cream | |
You were smiling quietly | |
Holding your face over the steam | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
And anyone who calls your bluff will learn | |
That you don’t need a match to get your fingers burned | |
Well, it’s a wild December night | |
And you have packed your bags and gone | |
And you haven’t old a soul | |
Which plane that you got on | |
And you left behind your letters | |
Your hairbrush and your red shoes | |
You left behind your name and | |
A little boy who looks like you | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
Rosie | |
Rosie |
Well, the cars are leaving town | |
The winter' s moving in | |
A tree has been torn down | |
By an ill wind, an ill wind | |
Oh, Rosie can you tell | |
My age from where I sit? | |
I' m younger than I look | |
But old enough to know the half of it | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
Well, you' ve got needles in your eyes | |
From all those glances that you stole | |
Any secret that' s worth keeping | |
Will always burn a hole | |
Oh, I saw you over coffee | |
Four sugars and some cream | |
You were smiling quietly | |
Holding your face over the steam | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
And anyone who calls your bluff will learn | |
That you don' t need a match to get your fingers burned | |
Well, it' s a wild December night | |
And you have packed your bags and gone | |
And you haven' t old a soul | |
Which plane that you got on | |
And you left behind your letters | |
Your hairbrush and your red shoes | |
You left behind your name and | |
A little boy who looks like you | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
Rosie | |
Rosie |
Well, the cars are leaving town | |
The winter' s moving in | |
A tree has been torn down | |
By an ill wind, an ill wind | |
Oh, Rosie can you tell | |
My age from where I sit? | |
I' m younger than I look | |
But old enough to know the half of it | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
Well, you' ve got needles in your eyes | |
From all those glances that you stole | |
Any secret that' s worth keeping | |
Will always burn a hole | |
Oh, I saw you over coffee | |
Four sugars and some cream | |
You were smiling quietly | |
Holding your face over the steam | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
And anyone who calls your bluff will learn | |
That you don' t need a match to get your fingers burned | |
Well, it' s a wild December night | |
And you have packed your bags and gone | |
And you haven' t old a soul | |
Which plane that you got on | |
And you left behind your letters | |
Your hairbrush and your red shoes | |
You left behind your name and | |
A little boy who looks like you | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
You could still fly south | |
Before they find you out | |
Rosie | |
Rosie | |
Rosie |