rose |
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Rose
puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette. |
Holds
her tired face up to the mirror. |
She
sees a younger woman there she thought she would forget, |
And
it hurts her now that no one comes to see her. |
|
She
used to go to parties and a-dancing with her beau. |
Beneath
the southern moon they found their places. |
But
now she's tired all the time and she got no where to go, |
And
the memories keep showing up in faces. |
|
So
she finds her dressing table and she puts on all of her clothes, |
And
she cries when she's realized she's just an old Rose. |
|
Rose
walks to the kitchen then she fills her coffee cup. |
And
thinks of how the mornings used to greet her. |
But
now it's just another day and harder to get up, |
And
it breaks her heart to think that no one needs her. |
|
And
she wants to start all over but she ain't got far to go, |
So
she cries when she's realized she's just an old Rose. |
|
Rose
puts on her stockings and she lights a cigarette. |
Holds
her tired face up to the mirror. |
She
sees a younger woman there she thought she would forget, |
And
it hurts her now that no one comes to see her. |