Rosie - Thea Gilmore

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