| Rosemary’s gonna come undone
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| She don’t wanna go to Heaven if she can’t have fun
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| That’s why she kissed the good Lord’s son
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| Where the sun, it don’t shine on anyone
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| She wants to go down to New Orleans
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| She wants to wander Bourbon Street outside of the dreams
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| Says she takes off arms and legs with a pin
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| She’s a doll, she’s not the kind you pin up to the wall
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| Rosemary’s gonna suicide on the light
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| But on the streets, once the city sleeps, she’s alive
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| Rosemary’s gonna suicide in her dreams
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| And she don’t care if you don’t understand what that means
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| She don’t believe in an overdose
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| «I never get high before I have to compose»
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| That’s what she said when she was in my bed
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| She’s a girl who don’t believe in the end of the world
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| Her little black buddy told her she’s insane
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| That’s when the snake slipped inside her brain
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| Old Dionysus mended up a change
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| She’s afraid she’ll never see the old friend again
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| Rosemary’s gonna suicide on the light
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| But on the streets, once the city sleeps, she’s alive
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| Her scarlet letter’s on her lips again
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| Her little black dress ain’t her only friend
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| She likes the way he looks against her pale white skin
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| She’s alive
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| Rosemary’s gonna suicide on the light
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| But on the streets, once the city sleeps, she’s alive
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| Her scarlet letter’s on her lips again
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| Her little black dress ain’t her only friend
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| She likes the way he looks against her pale white skin
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| She’s alive |