Rosie - Jackson Browne

She was standing at the load-in\nWhen the trucks rolled up\nShe was sniffing all around\nLike a half grown female pup\nShe wasn’t hard to talk to\nLooked like she had nowhere to go\nSo I gave her a pass\nSo she could get in and see the show\nWell, I sat her down right next to me\nAnd I got her a beer\nWhile I mixed that sound on stage\nSo the band could hear\nThe more I watched her watch them play\nThe less I thought of to say\nAnd when they walked off stage\nThe drummer swept that girl away\nBut Rosie you’re all right, you wear my ring\nWhen you hold me tight, Rosie that’s my thing\nWhen you turn out the light, I’ve got to hand it to me\nIt looks like it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie\nWell I guess I might have known from the start\nShe’d come for a star\nCould have told my imagination not to run too far\nOf all the times that I’ve been burned\nBy now you’d think I’d have learned\nThat it’s who you look like not who you are\nBut Rosie you’re all right, you wear my ring\nWhen you hold me tight, Rosie that’s my thing\nWhen you turn out the light, I’ve got to hand it to me\nIt looks like it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie\nIt looks like it’s me and you again tonight\nIt looks like it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie\nRosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosie