Rita Rose
She sang with a voice
Fresh as a cool mountain river
That could wave Madam Butterfly goodbye
She could cut my wrist
With a smile like shoeshine
While her eyeballs rolling like Stromboli
Rita Rose never spoke French with me
Her skin white as snow
She blew the darkness out of my head
She could eat tiger balls on toast
Rita Rose never spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
She was a madness in my life
She could walk out of the jungle
With her Eyelashes
Intact
Het teeth white as snow
They seemed not her own
She could kill a bull with her flamingo eyes
Rita Rose never spoke French with me
Rita Rose never spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me
Rita Rose Rose Rose
Never spoke spoke French with me