n Kopf gehau'n vorbei und aus der Traum Rosmarie ich hab dein Geld versoffen Rosmarie ich hab dein Gluck versaut die Zeit heilt alle Wunden nur meine heilt sie nicht Rosmarie
Kopf gehau'n vorbei und aus der Traum Rosmarie ich hab dein Geld versoffen Rosmarie ich hab dein Gluck versaut die Zeit heilt alle Wunden nur meine heilt sie nicht Rosmarie
: The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted
den Weg Es kommt der Tag schon ist es spat Dein Reich beginnt dort wo du stehst Noch sehe ich dich von hier gehen Dort wo du gehst blut Rosmarin Du
: [Shaggy 2 Dope] LET ME IN THIS BITCH! LET ME GET SOME CHANGE THEN! MAN FUCK THIS DRESS CODE, BITCH! I CAN DANCE MOTHERFUCKER! I CAN DANCE! [Violent
: (B. Dylan) The festival was over, the boys were all planning for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall. The curfew had
: Little Mary was five years old Her parents left her, she was out in the cold Alone to live and find her way In this great world of heartache and pain
Boots were made of leather, a breath of cologne The mirror was a window, she sat by alone All around her the garden grew Scarlet and purple and crimson
Rosemary, won't you come out tonight? The moon is shining and the stars are bright If you stay inside, how can I love you dear When you're up there and
Let me in this bitch Let me get some change in Man, fuck this dress code, bitch I can dance motherfucker I can dance I?m on crack walkin? alleyways downtown
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall The curfew had been lifted and
The festival was over and the boys were all plannin' for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall The curfew had been lifted
She's my girl, she's so wonderful, I love her so Rosemary Kisses galore and I think the whole world of her Rosemary Rosemary She's the girl that I adore
It's in the way she talks And how she stares At someone when nothing is there The way she sits The way she stares And never really seems to care That
Rosemary's the kind of girl Don't need no reason She's the kind That just won't settle down Clothes are out of season She'll be done for treason She'
Little Mary was five years old Her parents left her, she was out in the cold Alone to live and find her way In this great world of heartache and pain
Finch: Suddenly there is music In the sound of your name: Rosemary! Rosemary! Was the melody locked inside me Till at last out it came? Rosemary!