Little Rosie - Bertine Zetlitz, Jan Bang

Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few

Screaming in her bed

Tearing out the spreads

Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince

Shining just like new

Gracing just the few

Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor

It’s dangerous for us to be around

Rosie cut up her face

Jumped off her base

And sees no point in staying on the ground

Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost

She would run a mile

With her frozen smile

Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees

Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he’s around

Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball

Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown

Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man

Romance fit for few, romance fit for few