Rosie was the girl that was in my photograph
Rosie was the one that I could never have
Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosie…
To this day I’m wondering why you never chose me
Tell me, Rosie – do you remember like me?
The two times that we kissed are in my memory
The first time was at Kelly’s by the trampoline
The second time was 3 years later, basеment rager
Camouflaged by dozеns of the songs I wrote
Coming on way stronger than I’ll ever know
People change and that’s just how the story goes
Now I’ve got a Rosie of my very own
Rosie is a memory of a simpler time
Virgin boy with no filter on heart and mind
There were plenty girls that made me lose my cool
Slipping notes and hinting that I loved them too
Juggling my hormones like a love lost clown
Getting high off of all the times they let me down
On and ever onward through the slip of time
I am happy now, but boy, I miss that time...
Could'a been the same thing
Oh, ain’t it a damn shame
Ring around the rosie