Well then Rosemary, in your pretty eyes darling
I am always in the way of what you're wanting
Here this evening
With more than just my health
I arrive with all the trappings of myself

Hallelujah, she had found who she'd like to be
Now she's tugging at her sweater cause of me
Does it suit you, hanging round and picking up for three
I suppose it must, I guess it does
Darling, are we ok yet?

Well then Rosemary, in your pretty eyes darling
I am always in the way of what you're wanting
Here this evening
With more than just my health
I arrive with all the trappings of myself

I was always who you thought I was
I was always who you thought I was
That day

Stacking up flatware, mixing up drinks
Later on in life we'll buy nice things
Heaven knows if a second home, made of plywood, made of stone
Will make us feel more or less alone, someday
But darling, can you wait til then
Darling, are we ok yet?

Well then Rosemary, in your pretty eyes darling
I am always in the way of what you're wanting
Here this evening
With more than just my health
I arrive with all the trappings of myself

I was always who you thought I was
I was always who you thought I was
That day

I was always who you thought I was
I was always who you thought I was
That day