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 okay 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 okay 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