Gaslight

Ring-a-ring-a-roses, pocket full of posies
Ring-a-ring-a-roses, pocket full of posies

He never calls me, so when he calls me, he makes me happy,
Until I can barely breathe.
He really shows me how much he knows me,
And he sees through me, he knows there's nothing up my sleeve,
But I don't know why my friends say he treats me bad...
He just wants the best for his girl; you know, they should be glad,
Because he gave me love, when so many took me for granted, ooh,
And he says that he's the best boy I'll ever have.

Call me, call me...
They say he makes excuses, they say I've changed,
But they're the ones who are different,
They want things back the old way; anyway,
Maybe I won't be their friend for long,
He says we're moving away, we're moving away,
And they'll regret that they were wrong...

Mumma said, you can be so hard to love,
Daddy said nothing; and Lord, that's rough.
But by the gaslight, you know, this almost looks like love, ooh.
I'll make him do right.
And that will be enough.
Ring-a-ring-a-roses, pocket full of posies (Call me)

I'll make him do right, any other time,
And we will be in love.
I'll make him fall in love.