Exotica Rose - Marc Almond

Exotica Rose

Works the shows in the evening

Exotica Rose

Works for dollars and dimes

Exotica Rose

Nobody knows her secret

Wherever she goes men shout

«Hey Rose got the time?»

Exotica Rose

Dances in beads and in satin

Tall and bejeweled

Don’t be fooled by her mystery and spice

Her Tangos fandangos

Her grace unmistakingly Latin

You can buy her a drink

But don’t think she’s a girl with a price

Exotica Rose

Exotica Rose

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

When she powders her nose

Nobody knows

She’s not Exotica Rose

And after her dance

In a dressing room dusty and dirty

She squints in the mirror

And tells herself never again

She’s pushing an age that hits on the wrong side of thirty

She pulls off her wig

But the stain of the make-up remains

Exotica Rose

Lives in a rented apartment

She’s working all hours

To meet all the bills and demands

She’s a girl with a difference

Or two in every department

Life isn’t easy

With a wife and two kids on her hands

Exotica Rose

Exotica Rose

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

When she powders her nose

Nobody knows

It’s not Exotica Rose