Rosemary

Well then Rosemary, in your pretty eyes darling I am always in the way of what you're wanting Here this evening With more than just my health I arrive with all the trappings of myself Hallelujah, she had found who she'd like to be Now she's tugging at her sweater cause of me Does it suit you, hanging round and picking up for three I suppose it must, I guess it does Darling, are we ok yet? Well then Rosemary, in your pretty eyes darling I am always in the way of what you're wanting Here this evening With more than just my health I arrive with all the trappings of myself I was always who you thought I was I was always who you thought I was That day Stacking up flatware, mixing up drinks Later on in life we'll buy nice things Heaven knows if a second home, made of plywood, made of stone Will make us feel more or less alone, someday But darling, can you wait til then Darling, are we ok yet? Well then Rosemary, in your pretty eyes darling I am always in the way of what you're wanting Here this evening With more than just my health I arrive with all the trappings of myself I was always who you thought I was I was always who you thought I was That day I was always who you thought I was I was always who you thought I was That day