Rosie

Rosie, is the type of girl,
who likes to sleep above,
but you can't get into her bed
cause it's one in one out
and now she's grown so tired of all
those dark and crazy nights
she wants to settle down,
and see the world and all its sights

but she's lost, in all that she has done wrong,
she doesn't know, where her heart should belong,
she carries on, believe in that it won't belong,
until the day, someone takes her away

If only she thought so much better of herself
and maybe men would treat so with some dignity as well
but she didn't line and took her all
as long as someone did
and when she finally open up
well they just run and hit

cause she's lost, in all that she has done wrong,
she doesn't know, where her heart should belong,
she carries on, believe in that it won't belong,
until the day, someone takes her away

She's never known a simple life,
she's only ever known those ones whose ships pass in the night,
she wants to change whats wrong for right,
she's never seen the world or seen Paris late at night,
late at night.

Rosie sees the world now in a whole new different light,
she's pulling up and muddels and now putting up a fight,
she's hid herself away from all those dark and drunken nights
and chose to carry on into Parisian bright-light

cause she's lost, in all that she has done wrong,
she doesn't know, where her heart should belong,
she carries on, believe and that it won't belong,
until the day, someone takes her away

She's never known a simple life,
she's only ever known those ones whose ships pass in the night,
she wants to change what's wrong for right,
she's never seen the world or seen Paris late at night,
late at night.