| Song | Little Rosie |
| Artist | Bertine Zetlitz |
| Album | Morbid Late Night Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Zetlitz | |
| Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few | |
| Screaming in her bed | |
| Tearing out the spreads | |
| Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince | |
| Shining just like new | |
| Gracing just the few | |
| Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor | |
| It's dangerous for us to be around | |
| Rosie cut up her face | |
| Jumped off her base | |
| And sees no point in staying on the ground | |
| Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost | |
| She would run a mile | |
| With her frozen smile | |
| Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees | |
| Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he's around | |
| Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball | |
| Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown | |
| Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man, | |
| Romance fit for few, romance fit for few |
| zuo qu : Zetlitz | |
| Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few | |
| Screaming in her bed | |
| Tearing out the spreads | |
| Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince | |
| Shining just like new | |
| Gracing just the few | |
| Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor | |
| It' s dangerous for us to be around | |
| Rosie cut up her face | |
| Jumped off her base | |
| And sees no point in staying on the ground | |
| Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost | |
| She would run a mile | |
| With her frozen smile | |
| Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees | |
| Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he' s around | |
| Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball | |
| Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown | |
| Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man, | |
| Romance fit for few, romance fit for few |
| zuò qǔ : Zetlitz | |
| Little Rosie had her herself a romance fit for few | |
| Screaming in her bed | |
| Tearing out the spreads | |
| Little Rosie covered walls with pictures of her prince | |
| Shining just like new | |
| Gracing just the few | |
| Now I see Rosie shivers one more burned down outdoor | |
| It' s dangerous for us to be around | |
| Rosie cut up her face | |
| Jumped off her base | |
| And sees no point in staying on the ground | |
| Little Rosie used to cherish favours that were lost | |
| She would run a mile | |
| With her frozen smile | |
| Now I hear Rosie clings to the trees | |
| Talks to the bees and closes up whenever he' s around | |
| Rosie pigtails and all runs from the ball | |
| Wiping out the bloodstains from her gown | |
| Little Rosie had her herself a roman, roman, roman, roman, roman, man, | |
| Romance fit for few, romance fit for few |