| Song | Rosie |
| Artist | Thea Gilmore |
| Album | Recorded Delivery |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well, the cars are leaving town | |
| The winter’s moving in | |
| A tree has been torn down | |
| By an ill wind, an ill wind | |
| Oh, Rosie can you tell | |
| My age from where I sit? | |
| I’m younger than I look | |
| But old enough to know the half of it | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| Well, you’ve got needles in your eyes | |
| From all those glances that you stole | |
| Any secret that’s worth keeping | |
| Will always burn a hole | |
| Oh, I saw you over coffee | |
| Four sugars and some cream | |
| You were smiling quietly | |
| Holding your face over the steam | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| And anyone who calls your bluff will learn | |
| That you don’t need a match to get your fingers burned | |
| Well, it’s a wild December night | |
| And you have packed your bags and gone | |
| And you haven’t old a soul | |
| Which plane that you got on | |
| And you left behind your letters | |
| Your hairbrush and your red shoes | |
| You left behind your name and | |
| A little boy who looks like you | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| Rosie | |
| Rosie |
| Well, the cars are leaving town | |
| The winter' s moving in | |
| A tree has been torn down | |
| By an ill wind, an ill wind | |
| Oh, Rosie can you tell | |
| My age from where I sit? | |
| I' m younger than I look | |
| But old enough to know the half of it | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| Well, you' ve got needles in your eyes | |
| From all those glances that you stole | |
| Any secret that' s worth keeping | |
| Will always burn a hole | |
| Oh, I saw you over coffee | |
| Four sugars and some cream | |
| You were smiling quietly | |
| Holding your face over the steam | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| And anyone who calls your bluff will learn | |
| That you don' t need a match to get your fingers burned | |
| Well, it' s a wild December night | |
| And you have packed your bags and gone | |
| And you haven' t old a soul | |
| Which plane that you got on | |
| And you left behind your letters | |
| Your hairbrush and your red shoes | |
| You left behind your name and | |
| A little boy who looks like you | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| Rosie | |
| Rosie |
| Well, the cars are leaving town | |
| The winter' s moving in | |
| A tree has been torn down | |
| By an ill wind, an ill wind | |
| Oh, Rosie can you tell | |
| My age from where I sit? | |
| I' m younger than I look | |
| But old enough to know the half of it | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| Well, you' ve got needles in your eyes | |
| From all those glances that you stole | |
| Any secret that' s worth keeping | |
| Will always burn a hole | |
| Oh, I saw you over coffee | |
| Four sugars and some cream | |
| You were smiling quietly | |
| Holding your face over the steam | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| And anyone who calls your bluff will learn | |
| That you don' t need a match to get your fingers burned | |
| Well, it' s a wild December night | |
| And you have packed your bags and gone | |
| And you haven' t old a soul | |
| Which plane that you got on | |
| And you left behind your letters | |
| Your hairbrush and your red shoes | |
| You left behind your name and | |
| A little boy who looks like you | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| Rosie, Rosie, what you gonna do about it? | |
| You could still fly south | |
| Before they find you out | |
| Rosie | |
| Rosie | |
| Rosie |