Rosie by THE PERFECT FOOL Lyrics
Rosie's hands smell like bleach
From eight to eight she cleans flats and houses
At night, at home she knows how to teach her husband and kids
Though she feels so lonely
It's time to fill a little bit of fridge
She needs her friend, she needs her black and white purse
The finish line and then upon the bridge without any coin left
She's on the edge of despair
On the bus, sometimes she thinks i wish I had never thrown away that ring
Leaving Paris looking for something she doesn't have yet
She feels so lonely now
She feels so lonely now
Looking back once again
Maybe Jacques didn't hit her so hard
Rosie feels completely insane
This is the countdown, starting crying all night long
A bit of spit, and a bitter taste of life, thinking money’s the only way out
Forgetting moments and not enjoying those little things
She feels so lonely now
She feels so lonely now
Three one-way tickets take ‘em so far
She stays calm in front of the kids holding back her own tears
Trying to show that life's beautiful
Bringing children up with no fears
New Delhi has those little things that maybe Rosie she could find it great
The family hopes that the crowded town becomes their home now
And that is so fine
Yeah that is so fine for Rosie
That is so fine for Rosie and the kids
And that was the story about a girl who thought money was the king
But an old friend of mine told me how wrong Rosie was
From eight to eight she cleans flats and houses
At night, at home she knows how to teach her husband and kids
Though she feels so lonely
It's time to fill a little bit of fridge
She needs her friend, she needs her black and white purse
The finish line and then upon the bridge without any coin left
She's on the edge of despair
On the bus, sometimes she thinks i wish I had never thrown away that ring
Leaving Paris looking for something she doesn't have yet
She feels so lonely now
She feels so lonely now
Looking back once again
Maybe Jacques didn't hit her so hard
Rosie feels completely insane
This is the countdown, starting crying all night long
A bit of spit, and a bitter taste of life, thinking money’s the only way out
Forgetting moments and not enjoying those little things
She feels so lonely now
She feels so lonely now
Three one-way tickets take ‘em so far
She stays calm in front of the kids holding back her own tears
Trying to show that life's beautiful
Bringing children up with no fears
New Delhi has those little things that maybe Rosie she could find it great
The family hopes that the crowded town becomes their home now
And that is so fine
Yeah that is so fine for Rosie
That is so fine for Rosie and the kids
And that was the story about a girl who thought money was the king
But an old friend of mine told me how wrong Rosie was