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